My parents picked us up at the airport last night and waiting for bags Julia asks how our dog is (my brother was watching him) and my mom begins bawling like crazy and says "something happened the day you left". Julia breaks down and I just look at her expecting her to say he was dead. My dad speaks up quick and says "he'll be okay. 2 Pits broke through my brothers backyard fence and attacked our dog. My brother was in his garage and had to fight the dogs off. He wrapped our dog in a towel and rushed him to the vet for surgery. He needed stitches in two spots. On his front leg and his chest area. Brother called animal control and the police. Filed reports with both and the owner would not answer his door to police or animal control. So my brother called a attorney that will go after his home owners insurance, because when my brother finally saw the guy he didn't apologize, offer to pay vet bills or to pay to fix the fence. Basically a real piece of shit. My brother and dad said after 2 days he was back to his normal self of basically being a loud little goofball asshole. Howling and being an attention whore. So I have to go meet with the attorney with my brother on Monday. Paid my brother back for the vet bill so now I need to go after this guy to get my money back. What a way to come home.