Girls!

Last night before I got home Angela was on the phone with her sister, and our girl dogs (Sophie and Marlee) got into a huge fight, evidently about something of major concern in doggie world. It was right before they were about to be fed, so perhaps they were hungry and grouchy and upset that Angela was on the phone and I was at work and they couldn't get any love. Who knows. They barked and growled and nipped at each other with more ferocity than Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie in a mud wrestling match and they probably would have gone on until they were both bloody pulps if Angela had not been there to pull them apart. I think we need Rich's dog whisperer. They rarely fight, but last night something set them off.

Sophie emerged from the fight relatively unscathed, but Marlee ended up with a cut on the back of her head and another one next to her ear. I was surprised at how deep the one on the back of her head is. It's not long, just deep. Angela's sis told her to clean it and then put some triple antibiotic ointment on it so we did that, but Marlee is acting sheepish and hesitant now. She probably has a big bruise too. I feel bad for her. Girls!

The whole thing got me started thinking about how scrappy and competitive girls can be with each other. I've never had the urge to bite another girl's ear off or anything, but I have become highly annoyed when I think another girl is trying to infringe upon my territory and I've wanted to bark and growl at her until she goes away. I'm professionally competitive with guys too, but I guess I consider us to be different enough that I don't get too upset when guys are given opportunities that I think I'm qualified for. When girls pass me up though I hate it. But by the end of the night last night Sophie was licking Marlee's ear, so I guess everybody gets to a point when they're ready to make up. I wouldn't lick anybody's ear though. That's gross.

Pierre and Harry were perfect angel dogs yesterday. Boys rule. I don't get the chance to say that everyday.