I woke up to my alarm at 7:00 am as I always do. Still tired, I set it for 7:15 and went back to sleep. At 7:15 I was up, through some pants on, and was just pulling my shirt from the dresser drawer when I thought I heard my mom yell. I waited for a moment and didn't hear it again. I pulled socks and underwear and went back to getting dressed.

As soon as I heard my mom scream "Hey! Hey! Hey!" I knew exactly what was going on. I slammed my door open and raced outside as fast as I could. I wasn't too concerned about my clothes anymore. I got outside and saw four of my dogs, hell-bent on killing each other with my mom scrabbling around in between them, trying to stop it.

Without the slightest pause, I jumped down the stairs and kept running till I reached them. One dog had my dog by the cheek. I took my dog into a headlock and pried the other off of him. The other wasn't stopping and turned around to attack another of the dogs. With the only solution I could think of to keep it from biting down on another, I grabbed it's lower jaw. It still bit down but stopped when it knew it was my flesh instead.

As the dogs tore at each other and struggled, I was coated in blood. Very little of the blood was actually mine. After a few painfully long minutes, my mother and I were finally able to subdue the four dogs.

Let's make quick introductions.

Baby Jay (B.J.) got his ear and muzzle cut. At how many times he was bitten, I'm surprised that he suffered so little damage.

Saltine (Salt), again, got her ear and muzzle cut. She wasn't as much of a target. I was glad she was ok till she turned around and snarled at me. I highly considered breaking her jaw right there but my mother changed my mind.

Felony (my dog) was the second worst. His ears, nose, lip, leg, and flank were cut up. Luckily, it was minor wounds and he'll be just fine.

Chais (my brother's dog) is the worst. He has deep wounds all over his body. The worst are around his neck where there was blood dripping all over the floor when we got them back inside. I was surprised when he was the one to stop fighting (based on past incidents). His wounds got to this point when B.J. charged him again after he had already stopped. Chais is at the vet now, being treated.

My mother took care of locking the dogs up while I held my dog out in the yard, covered in mud and blood. I am now in class and my hand looks ok. I got a few scratches and my thumb is still throbbing but everything will be ok...I hope....