…by one of my other dogs.
My Bouncer dog is one of the gentlest and least offensive beings on this planet. His preferred sleeping place is between me and my husband. He doesn’t just love me, he lurrvvveesss me. He’s my little boy dog.
Jasper is my youngest dog, and until last night, he was my little sweetheart. He and Bouncer are normally great friends, but every so often he seems to see Bouncer as some sort of competition, and he’ll jump on him. The result is normally just a lot of noise and fur-pulling.
Until last night.
Bouncer and Jasper were watching Ivan (one of my old dogs) eating, and Jasper must have been pissed that Bouncer was watching too, and he jumped him. I broke up the fight almost right away, but the damage had been done. Jasper managed to rip the corner of Bouncer’s mouth down about an inch. It wasn’t very bloody (surprisingly), but it looked pretty horrible. So off to the emergency vet we go. The estimate for repair was right around $800, and including an overnight stay at the vet. And that was after I lopped off a couple of “added benefit” expenses. 
I SO did not need this now. My oldest dog, Cammie, is failing. I haven’t had a whole day off in about 2 weeks now, and it may be another week before I get one. I’m not making enough money as it is, without this fracking expense. I’m feeling pretty sorry for Bouncer and for myself right now.
Cripes.