A Tale of Two Dogs

In February I found myself dog sitting a spoiled housedog for two months. We thought it might help Kipboom overcome his dog aggression, and two dogs cannot possibly be that much more work than one, right? Wrong. The dogs hated each other. I counted the days until we had only one dog again.
One day, while the girls were on the roof cleaning, they started playing with a ball with Kipboom. Something triggered the dogs to start fighting (I think it was the ball--they both wanted it). Miriam, acting heorically tried to break the dogs up. She ended up getting a nasty bite right above the knee. The bite was very deep, but could not be stitched because of the risk of infection. She now has two ugly scars on her left leg. We don't know which dog bit her. It all happened so fast. I like to think it wasn't our dog, but we'll never know.
Rule #1: Don't ever get a dog.
Rule #2: If you break rule #1, don't ever think that dogsitting is the same thing as a playdate for your dog.