I was over at my brother's this morning taking out his trained killer attack dogs, the ones he said to take out one at a time, even though they're in the house together all day, and I didn't listen. I put the shock collar on one, let's call him Twister and let them both out, as I had done the last two days. I'm sick, I'm tired, I'm lazy, I figured they'd be fine. And they were, for a few minutes, and then they weren't.
I've had dogs fight before, like my blacklab and beagle mix. But not like this. This was fucking animal kingdom, back alley dog fighting kind of shit. Of course the collar didn't seem to help, as I cranked it up to full voltage and held the button down it did nothing. Instead I grabbed them by their choke collars as I was standing between them when all this started, and pulled them apart. Only had to do that about 3 times as they would start back up, eventually I separated them and held them apart till they calmed down and till I caught my breath. Their eyes were starting to bulge from their heads I was pulling so hard.
One of them had blood lots of blood, dripping from his mouth, and I was covered. My hands had blood and fur all over them, my brand new jeans, and my hoodie. My wife snapped a pic of my pants before I threw them in the wash, it shows some of the blood, and I think a chunk of flesh, there was more on the other leg and, but you get an idea.
http://chattypics.com/files/shackbrowseUpload_p5pfvtjuio.jpgI called my brother and his response was tie up Twister to a tree in the front yard, call animal control and say he wandered into the yard and attacked your dog, that way they'll take him and put him down and my brother won't have to pay to do it. I told him fuck no, I don't want his death on my shoulders.
I ended up putting one in the basement and one upstairs, so they won't see each other ever again.
And now it's snowing out.
Fuck this day.