A while back I got home from work and my daughter is standing in the kitchen and it is totally void of any dogs and the noise coming from the other room is deafening. I looked in as I passed the gate and seen all the dogs in their kennels screaming their heads off. I ask why they were all in their kennels she said, “They were all in a big fight.” What the hell happened? She said “I don’t know” When was the fight? Unknown. Who all was fighting? Unknown. Who started the fight? Unknown The end result of all the questions was an undetermined amount of dogs just started fighting. I began ranting because she knows how to break up a dog fight and why was she not paying attentions to them. Was any one hurt? Ya Ma, but just scratches and bruises As I went from cage to cage to assess the damages they did to each other. I ask her again Who was on the top of the dog pile??? And Why didn’t she grab the back legs and send the top one air born? She said I don’t know Ma I was just afraid that Train wreck would poop. Now that stopped me in my tracks. I left the room with visions of a pile of fighting dogs wallowing in shit. Say no more.