Josie and Georgette tried to eat one another last night. Everything was going great. I was relaxing in my room rejoicing about the fact I was on winter break until 2012. I was watching an odd movie on youtube called "Satan's Little Helper" Why? No freaking idea.
The next thing I know I hear snarling right outside my room. Mom starts yelling at the dogs. I get up and walk into the living room where I see the two smaller dogs trying to rip each others throats out. I stomp over to them and try to pull them apart. Someone clamps down on my thumb. Mom pokes her head out of the bathroom. "Don't get into the middle of it." She said and showed me her bleeding thumb.
I walk into the safety of the kitchen and look at her as she washes her thumb in the sink. I look over to my dogs who had then forced one another into the corner of the nameless room where we put the litter box. Both of them were now covered in sawdust. (sawdust kitty litter is weird) I proceed to cry. Mom bandages her her bite and breaks up the battle. I am ordered to trap Georgette in my room. I scoop er up while I am still crying and put her in my room. I make her sit in the corner of my bed.
Josie and Georgette calmed down after Sam finished the food they were both fighting over. The only injuries were mom's thumb and Georgette has a little limp. From now on I am making sure Josie eats in the bathroom. Whenever I feed them they don't go into an epic battle. Oh well.