FIGHT!
My goodness. Dog ownership certainly has its ups and downs. I only just finished breaking up a massive fight between my naughty dog-children (those bitches!). The little one, Chloe, was mad-dogging the rottie, Rose over god knows what. I think Rose was guarding a new toy that I got her, or the chicken on the counter I had finished cooking. Either way, I noticed the behavior and got up calmly and quietly to give them both a stern talking to.
But before I made it over, Chloe launched herself at Rose, snarling and snapping.
I grabbed them both and attempted to break it up, but I would grab one, and the other one would attack and vice-versa. I wasn’t of sound enough mind to hit Chloe in the mouth – a mistake I am now paying for. They knocked down chairs, fur was flying.
At one point, I was able to get them separated, but while holding onto Rose, Chloe attacked again even as I threw shoes at her and tried to get her to stop her insane ways.
Eventually I was able to grab Rose and throw her into our spare bedroom. I must say, that I focused so much on grabbing Rosie because in the last fight (last year?), she inflicted $700 worth of damage on Chloe just defending herself. Those big Rottie jaws!
So I feel bad for trying to grab her when it’s the other one’s fault, but money is money.
Finally I was able to survey the damage. In addition to fur and slobber on the ground, there was a small piece of poop that must have escaped one of them in a primal panic. Great.
I was bitten on the hand on the knuckles and it was dripping blood onto the ground. One of them bit my arm. One of the little bastards bit my nipple through my Threadless T-shirt (The Killing Tree). My back, which I have been so carefully nursing the past few weeks is sore. My knees are bruised.
I get so angry, but really it’s not their fault. They’re animals.
Not one bite, scratch or mark on either dog, by the way.
Lucky them.