My wife and my dogs. Would do anything for them. I pried a large dog’s mouth off of my dog’s throat earlier this year. I knew I was going to get bit, I know I’m dumb, and I’d do it again in a second for him.

At first, all my might couldn’t overpwer him. Once my hands got crunched, that’s when I went into fight or flight and pried it’s mouth open like it was nothing. He had at least a 500+ pound bite force, given his size. I couldn’t believe the strength that surge of adrenaline gave me…

Once I pried the dog’s mouth open, I shouted to my dog to release the other dog’s lip (which he peirced) and he did release, then I sort of suplexed this big dog to get them separated.

My hands had decent injuries and I had a lot of superficial gouges from claws/teeth or whatever. It happened so fast it was hard to tell what really got me. It felt like jumping into a cartoon dust cloud brawl…

Most painful part was them rinsing out my middle finger that got caught between the canines and fractured and torn up. When that cold saline shot out of a turkey baster-sized syringe into my wounds reached the bone, it felt like a toothache in my finger…

When I was in the ER, I asked the doctor stitching up my wounds (only one stitch in each because they were dog bites) how often they get dog bites, and then immediately followed up asking about human bites. He paused for a second and then said “We get at least one dog bite a day, one human bite a week.” That is at just one of 3 major hospitals in this Midwest city!

Man I’m too stoned and I’ve gone on such a tangent… My wife and my dogs are just always there when I’ve been at my lowest. The unconditional love of a dog has gotten me thru some of the darkest periods in my life. I love my dogs as much as a human family member.