A few years ago, two of my bitches decided they no longer liked each other. I suspect it began when I had to go away for a couple of days, and had told my dog sitter (who was very well known to my dogs) not to walk them together. But she ignored me, took them for a walk on flexis, and both went in after birds in a hedge, and came out rolling, snarling and biting. Probably one got stuck by a branch and thought the other had bitten them. The younger bitch was three weeks pregnant which is why I'd told Denise to keep an eye on them.
Anyway, after that they could get into a serious fight instantly, so I was careful to manage them.
On one occasion, I was in the lounge with Belle(the pregnant one, but a couple of years after the pups were born); I had forgotten my dog Allez could open the doors and in he strolled with his aunt Freckles behind him.
A brief second or two of stalking and growling ensued, then immediate mayhem - and I was stuck in the middle. I managed to get Belle into the cage, but in the process she bit a chunk out of my leg - thinking it was Freckles no doubt. Freckles had a hold of my finger but I said quietly 'Freckles, that's mummy's finger, let go please' and she did

The skin and flesh was peeled off to the bone in parts
I went to hospital, got fixed up and pumped full of ABs overnight, and never felt so stupid in my life admitting it was my own dogs and that the police needn't be involved.
Other than that, I have no fear of dogs, and have never been bitten before or since. And I can read body language so much better now - I should have seen Belle's reaction and leapt to shut the door on Freckles before anything happened.
Needless to say Denise never worked for me again.
