Inside the dog

I bark out and strong, I have battle scars of a dog fight. Every other dog bigger and faster than me has gone down and ran away. With the scars I have I walk nice and tall with my head held high even when blood comes running down my body. Then there came that one dog. It showed its fangs to me, then I saw its claws. I don't know who this is but I know it makes me feel like a pup again. I'm shaking while getting ready, I start growling but I can't bark. It looks me in the eyes and it's on. It is like that day I felt strong but was masking my own fear. Do I want some help yes I do but when I look around they're is one that wants to help. All the other dogs bark and laugh for a while you ask for help. I'm bleeding and so is this dog. But it's teeth are not letting go of my head. It's holding on for dear life. Only one stands to help. How will this story end I don't know.