On a serene Thursday evening, I found myself in the garage, tending to some household tasks. The tranquility of the night was abruptly shattered when four young men forcefully entered, demanding my car keys. Before I could react, they shoved me to the ground, their intentions clear and menacing.
Unbeknownst to them, my two rescue Pit Bulls, each weighing a formidable 280 pounds, were nearby. These gentle giants had always been affectionate companions, but in that moment, their protective instincts kicked in. As the intruders advanced into my home, my dogs sprang into action, their growls resonating with authority.