Well it's been a rough couple days. While visiting with my mother, I've witnessed something terrible, something I never thought I would see; the eyes of a dog determined to rip out another's throat, and the sound of a my mom's dog Zues crying out for it to stop. A few days ago, I was sitting at this computer, working away as I normally do, when I heard growling, barking and crying as the vicious dog lunged and sank it's teeth into Zues's leg and wouldn't let get as it thrashed. My mother cried out for help; I was already on my way. The psychotic dog had escaped its holding pen after charging the door, knocking over the elderly woman and made a beeline straight for the dog it's known to hate. As soon as I saw what was happening, the adreniline started to flow, I flipped a switch and it was as if I was being controlled under another force and I acted immediately. If any of you whom have been in a fight can surely understand this feeling. I reached for the neck and was quickly bitten, sliced my hand in 5 places but that did not deter me, I needed to separate the animals; I was successful. $800 in vet bills later, this is what's left: A sad, shaved and stiched german shepard.