A fat kicked my dog. My sister is dating this obese chick just now. Her girlfriend's grandmother also happens to own this super obese dog that they keep bringing over when I'm at my other house (renting a place for a semester or two for college before I come back and finish at a school closer to home to save some money). Anyways, my dog is amazing with people. Super sweet. Terrible with animals though (wasn't socialized very well as a baby. I got my dog from a pound around 6ish years). I told my sister they could probably live together if we put work in and get them used to one another. Daily walks together. Have them sit on leashes while we watch TV and get them used to seeing one another in the same room while we're calm and petting them. I saw a huge improvement after the first week, and then my sister was already bored with it and never wanted to go on walks with me or carry on with the training. So nothing. No interactions between the two. I leave for school. I come back for the vacation. Just two weeks max. This resulted in the two chubsters always wanting to bring the fat dog over from the girl's grandmother's house and we'd separate the two dogs. One had the upstairs. One had the downstairs. Because instead of fix the problem like we had a chance before I left, why not just avoid it?  Today my sister's girlfriend opened up the door separating the two and forgot to close it. So my dog burst through and latches onto her dog's neck. I wasn't there for this portion, but apparently the only reaction she had was to start kicking my dog. By the time I barreled down the steps and came into the room I sternly wrapped my hands around my dog's skull to keep her from shaking, then carefully worked on prying her mouth open and calming her down so she didn't tear any of the fat/skin away. Once she was calm enough I was even comfortable putting my fingers against her teeth to help get them opened. Yes, her dog was bleeding a bit where the bite happened, but it's nothing bad. Should be all healed up within a week or two.  I'm so pissed they were too lazy to train the dogs. I'm so pissed she was too big a moron to make sure a door was closed behind her. I'm so pissed instead of fixing the issue and getting down and dirty they instead could only think to add to the violence and try to injure my dog in return. I'm so pissed they even insisted on having the dog here the two weeks I'm here instead of keep the dog at her grandmother's for the short amount of time. I'm so pissed my fat sister is now screaming at my dog all the time and saying she hates her and wants her put down. Fats are fucking terrible with animals. They're lazy. They're unwilling to keep their dogs healthy. They're unwilling to go out of their way to try and provide the best fucking atmosphere for their pet. They're unwilling to properly fucking intervene if someone is HURTING their animal. If I weren't home nobody would've stopped it. They were all just kicking/crying/screaming at the dogs. Fats shouldn't be allowed to have pets. I don't fucking know how many layers of fat are crushing her brain but I'm so livid with all the shit she's put my dog through. Could've simply been avoided by putting the time in, or keeping her grandmother's damn dog at her own house for a short period of time.