Racoon Fight

Last night, I was in the garage apartment playing video games with my friend Quinn when I heard barking, hissing squealing and my mom shouting "TEEGRA!" Teegra is our dog. He is a big boxer mix. He also has one eye. So, Quinn and I ran down the stairs to the front porch of my house, where we can barely see Teegra battling a raccoon. He was going at it so hard, he didn't come when my mom and I called. He usually does. There was a point in the fight when it sounded like Teegra was dying. He was squealing and moaning. But then he started barking again, so the fight wasn't over. I go over to the side of the porch just in time to see Teegra chasing the raccoon through the bushes. It got away and we don't know if it was rabid or not, but luckily Teegra has had his rabies shot. When we finally got him up on the porch, his muzzle was all bloody and it looked like he had almost had his one good eye slashed out (but luckily after mom cleaned his wounds, we found out it was just blood from another bite). He was OK, and seemed to be very pleased with himself.