Yeah, years ago I was living in a house with a room mate. behind/below the stairs that ended at the front door was a small hall between a general room and the kitchen. We watched his his sister’s dogs for a few days, a great dane and a bernese. Big, but well trained, lovable, lunks.

One day I am on my way home and he calls to ask if I can swing by his work and pick him up. We get home and enter the house. It looked like something out of a horror movie. Large streaks of blood splattered on EVERYTHING. The dogs are already greeting us and seem fine. We see his cat at the top of the stairs, looks just fine. We walk all over the house looking for what the fuck happened. Eventually we have to stop to let the dog out, on their way out the door my room mate noticed the dark gray fur on the dane’s tail was matted with something. It was scabbing.

We checked out cameras and he spent almost 3 hours walking back, and forth, through that hall just wailing on the walls with his damned tail. It began bleeding and he was just slinging blood everywhere he went.