I don't know how to raise dogs. I spoil them, and that's about it.
It's been three days since they started refusing to be in the same room. I noticed this type of behavior when I got the dog bed. I only bought one because this thing is pretty big and it's all I can fit in my tiny room. I figured one of them could be on my bed, and they could alternate. I guess that was wrong because they got really territorial over this thing.
I don't know what spurred this on, but now they can't even look at each other without getting fucking murderous. When I didn't think this was such a big deal, I left them in my room to get something. When I came back, they were fighting like idiots.
It was an actual dog fight that was pretty scary to break up, even for me, who's not afraid of these assholes at all. When the others took them away and separated them, I noticed a drop of blood on my floor. Bobby got bit on the cheek. Pancho had a cut on his gums.
I don't know what to do now. I don't know if this is because of their stuff. I usually buy two of everything, and they always end up liking the same one for some reason. I'm sure this isn't because I give either one more attention—I'm very careful about that. Maybe they have a lot of pent-up energy. It's been raining a lot, so I haven't been walking them.
And as usual, I seem to be the only one worrying about this. I love them, and maybe they love me beyond being their caregiver, but sometimes I wish they didn't exist. I am always afraid for them. It makes me want to die when they're sick. I think about their eventual deaths way too much. And now I'm scared that they can't even fucking get along anymore. I just don't know what to do.