A postscript to my first post:Well crap.
There's a little dog that lives across the street that always runs loose. He likes to taunt Shiloh when she's tethered out front so she can be with my while I'm working on whatever. The little dogs like to prance around just beyond Shiloh's' reach. Kinda like he's going "neener neener neener...". Shiloh gets furious about that.
This afternoon while I was working on the Willys it happened again. But this time Shiloh's tether popped loose.
I yelled at Shiloh to stop, but she had lock and tone, and was beyond listening. She caught the dog in the middle of the street and began shaking it like a rat. She was going for the kill.
I grabbed Shiloh and tried to pull her back, but the little dog was caught up in what was left of Shiloh's tether and wasn't falling free. And Shiloh didn't want to quit. Before I knew it, I was tangled in the tether as well and fell onto the street with them. I got a good grip on Shiloh and was keeping her from doing any more damage when I felt the other dog's teeth sink into my left wrist. (I don't really fault it for that, he was scared and fighting for his life and didn't understand I was trying to save him.)
The dog also chewed up the arm of the guy who owns him. I don't know which of us got bit worse, but his arm was a lot bloodier.
In the aftermath, it looked like the dog had a chest muscle torn loose that was knotted up under the skin over his ribs. He's gonna be hurting for a while.
The dog's family are good people. I hope we can work through this.
I spoke with the family of the other dog. He died about half an hour after the fight. They described it as a punctured lung that turned into a Tension Pneumothorax.
They said they understood their dog provoked the incident, and things happen. They have no hard feelings. I still feel pretty shitty about it all.