This morning, I did everything I could to talk myself out of going to sparring class, but I ended up going...IT WAS AMAZING! Later, I taught a cake decorating class and when I was finished, my husband called and asked me to bring gauze and alcohol home, stating that the dogs had a fight. I came home to a macabre scene in all but two areas in my house. Maya, the dog that is visiting me, the one who I cleaned my house for, attacked my dog and my husband got the worst of it whilst breaking them apart. I saw his tendons, HIS ACTUAL REAL LIVE ARM TENDONS! He wanted me to liquid stitch them, but I didn't think it was a good idea...later, in the emergency ward, he recorded his tendons moving back and forth before getting stitches. I don't want to see the video. I'm sure guy's will think this is cool to see. I just wanted to come home, eat and work on my requirements before this happened. I wish the dogs could tell us if they're okay. They're just laying in their kennels looking at us. I think Maya knows she was out of line and may not be invited over again. She's good with people, but not other dogs.