Most Terrifying Moment

So these dumb dogs have this habit of waking me up at 3 or 4 in the morning in order to go outside. Other than annoyed I haven't thought much of it until tonight. Now, let me take this back just one or two days for a second....there was a news story about a dog that was attacked by a raccoon. The dog lost it's leg and was only saved when it's owner detached the raccoon. I said something jokingly like, "Maybe I'll find a raccoon in the backyard one night." Why did I have to open my mouth like that?
Ok, back to these dogs and tonight. I take them outside and immediately they go running outside barking, including Fetch dog. And the more curious part is that they don't go to the back corner, they go running to one of the bushes barking and then, suddenly, yelping. All the dogs are barking bloody murder and my mind immediately starts racing! Luckily there is a small light that I figured out how to turn on just last night so I could see a little bit of what was happening. Diaper dog comes running out of the bushes followed by a gigantic cat! That's funny, the cat is huge! Way bigger than the pug! And it has black and white stripes on it...hmmmm. I immediately freak out and start yelling at the raccoon (not about to chase after a raccoon twice the size of a pug when it's angry!). I'm clapping and yelling at it while Sausage and Diaper dog come back to me I shove them inside (without his diaper but who cares). Then I hear the dogs move towards the back corner, it's down to Water dog and Fetch dog....Water dog looks pitiful and is now just standing under a tree (what do you expect from him?), so I run over, pick him up, and shove him back inside. Fetch dog (probably the most aggressive of the four) is still in the bushes barking at something. I don't want to go back in the bushes and grab him cause who knows if the raccoon is still there or not! But then, maybe I should go back and get him for that very same reason, I might stand a better chance against a raccoon than a 20 pound (on a good day) dog. I run inside looking for a flashlight (luckily I had explored the kitchen from day one), find a small one that works and sprint back out the door. It's just powerful enough to make out something gigantic moving across the fence and now I hear Fetch dog barking (a good sign that he's still alive) but on the other side of the small fence! He's jumped a 3+ft fence in search of this guy! I quick run next door to the neighbor's house and without regard for privacy sprint around their house and through their backyard to the side Fetch dog is still barking on. I see him running up and down the fence chasing the raccoon that is running back and forth on top of the fence. I run up, grab Fetch dog, and sprint back to the house, breathing a sigh of relief as I'm safely inside with all four dogs. I examine all dogs a quick run-over and amazingly enough the only blood that I spot on any of them is on Fetch dog and without any cuts or bits on him I'm assuming it's from the raccoon...serious?* These are some bad-ass dogs! Who knew?
*Scratch that comment, I spoke too soon. Fetch dog was not putting any weight on his right leg this morning and I examined more closely. He did have a small bite, so he's at the vet now getting it cleaned and taken care of.