I'm still kind of frazzled so this may be kind of rambly, but I need help and advice and I don't know where else to turn. Tonite was quite possibly the scariest night I've ever had. I almost lost my Charlie boy. Arthur almost killed him. We discovered fairly recently that Arthur is very food aggressive with other dogs. Not with people, tho. I can stick my hands in his dish and he ignores me. But Charlie has a tendency to try and steal his food, once he's eaten his own. We've taken to staying outside with them while they eat to make sure nothing happens, as Arthur has already gone after Charlie once for trying to take his food. That was scary enough. Tonite was horrible.
I went outside to feed everyone like normal. Made the rotties sit before I gave them their food, then gave the other 2 theirs. I then noticed the door was open, and I didn't want the cats getting out so I walked the 15 ft or so to the door to close it. It was only 3 seconds! The next thing I know, Arthur has Charlie by the neck and is whipping him around, dragging him all over the yard. I have never been so scared in my life! I thought he was going to kill him! I jumped in and grabbed Arthur's collar and tried to make him drop Charlie. Nothing. I even put my hands in his mouth and tried to pry his jaws open. Nada. I was desperate. I was muddy and covered in blood. I picked up a rake and started beating Arthur with it, screaming for him to drop Charlie. (please don't judge me on this, you have no idea what I went thru tonite) I hit him, I kicked him, and still he wouldn't drop him. Charlie was losing strength and I was getting more and more blood on me. I didn't know what else to do. I dumped a bucket of water on them, which didn't do anything but create more mud. Anna and Chloe were standing off to the side, crying and crying. Finally I ran inside, hysterical, and called a friend. (Bella wasn't home) I don't remember what I said... something about Arthur killing Charlie, blood and please come. I hung up and ran back outside. Screaming, crying, bloody, muddy, I socked Arthur in the side of his head and he finally dropped Charlie. I had to kick Charlie to keep him from coming back at Arthur. I had left the door open, and managed to get Charlie, Chloe and Anna inside, while Arthur was dragging me thru the mud to get Charlie. I stuffed Arthur into his kennel, closed the door and collapsed inside the house in a bloody, muddy heap until my friend got here.
Luckily, Charlie only has one puncture wound which has been cleaned and has finally stopped seeping. Arthur's wounds were superficial as well, and we got him cleaned up too. I noticed then that I had gotten bitten on the arm, but that was the least of my worries.
But what do I do? We're going to make sure that Arthur is fed separately from the others, in the laundry room, in his crate. And I can't blame him. I have tried so hard to curb this behaviour, and staying out there usually helped. I feel so bad for beating him tonite, but i didn't know what else to do. I haven't stopped crying since around 5pm my time. They're my babies. All of them. But will this get worse? Will I end up having to put my little boy down? What do I do? Do I rehome him? Find a rotti rescue? I feel so horrible right now. I hurt so bad inside. I love my babies. I love them desperately. Please help. Any advice would be hugely appreciated. And please.... don't judge me. I hate myself enough as it is right now.
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I don't blame you at all for anything you did. I would have no doubt done the same, as would anyone. No one would stand by and let one dog hurt another, so DO NOT FEEL BAD. 
Huney, Bon & Simba-missed so very much
I hope that eventually things will get somewhat back to normal. But again, thank you... and thank you for not being mad at me. This has been one hell of a night.
praying for you all
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