Before my last fight, I was trying to buy a house but my lease was expiring shortly before I fought. Instead of signing a new lease, I decided to move back to my parent’s house to avoid rushing to find a house. I put in an offer on a house but it was never accepted and then I fought Jeremy Stephens at Ultimate Fight Night. As everyone knows, I had ACL surgery a month later and have been recovering since.
Well, my parent’s house is pretty much a small farm. We have horses, a pack of dogs, cats, rabbits, pigs and cows. The pack of dogs includes an Akita (Nicki), two boxers (Gracie and Tory) and my bulldog (Bruschi).
Nicki is getting older and has some problems with her hip and is also missing an eye because she went blind from glaucoma. She is still happy all the time though and gets around okay, just a little slow. Well, lately the boxers are getting in fights with everyone. The problem is one of the boxers is a bitch. She starts fights and the other boxer jumps in. Pack mentality.
A few nights ago, I woke up to my mom screaming at the dogs fighting and ran up stairs and luckily my dad had just started to get them apart. It was like 3 in the morning and I think one of the boxers jumped on Nicki and it started a fight.
Well this morning, I again woke up to my mom screaming. This time in the front room of the house. She had one of the boxers by the back legs but the other boxer was still fighting with Nikki. I run up and kick the boxer and then get myself in between them by doing a cut across guard pass (hah) and then pick up the boxer and throw her in the mud room.
In the end, my mom had two deep puncture wounds on her foot and I had some scrapes from a bite on my heel. I think its time for one of the boxers to go. This is getting ridiculous.