Darla and I are still grieving over the loss of my cat and her brother Mejio. But this is just the latest of my problems. A few months ago Darla was mauled by a Rottweiler Mix while walking home from school with my sister and mom. I was at school taking a test when it happened. Darla loves people, but every time she sees another dog she starts barking and goes nuts, for some reason she does this only when she's on a leash. So when my mom saw the other dog approaching, she stopped and asked the lady if the dog was friendly so the two could exchange a friendly sniff. The lady, (probally in her late 50s or early 60s) didn't even finish her sentance before the dog lunged and grabbed Darla by the neck. Darla wears a Gentle Leader, which if you haven't heard of it before it is a leash that goes along the back of her head and snout, (IT IS NOT A MUSSLE but is more like a bridle on a horse) Darla is able to bark and pant and drink with it on, but it restricts on how wide she can open her mouth and if the leash is tightened the slip closes on her mouth and prevents her from opening. So when the dog grabbed her she had no way to defend herself (which accually is the reason she lived, because the vet said that if she fought back the dog would have killed her) the dog shook her back and forth like a rag doll and my mom screamed at the lady to get her dog. She responded by slapping the dog on the butt, (!!!!!!!!!) my mom managed to pull Darla away from the dog, but the Rottwieler was NOT letting Darla go. She grabbed Darla by the leg and pulled her back. My dog had become a living tug of war. Not wanting to rip Darla in half, my mom gave the dog some slack and what she calls on a rush of adrenilin kicked the dog under the jaw. This surprised the dog and it let go. My mom, pulling Darla sprinted across the road yelling for the lady to take the dog and go in the opposite direction. That's when I showed up. After my mom filled me in, I called my house to have my dad come pick me and Darla up so we could get her home. I could see that Darla had been badly wounded and needed medical attention. She ended up getting stitches on her neck, leg, and cheast. I was a few months until she was fully recovered. Although she's fine now, (and still loves people) but we are worried how she'll react to other dogs now. My altimate goal is to get her back to dog beach, one of her favorite places in the world. But my mom seems just as tramitized as Darla, and she's having a hard time too. (And who could blame her??) So I just keep praying we'll find the right trainer. I don't really blame the other dog, the family sent us a card and offered to pay for Darla's medical bill. But I later found out the dog was rescued and had a hard past. So I don't really blame her, I blame the person who did that to her to make her like that.