And my dream burst like a big bubble!

It was my dream to have several dogs of several breeds living together in peace and harmony. Well, it didn't work.
After Mia (another 6-months-old Beagle) came to us, we had more and more fights between Babygirl and Merlin. And Merlin would also regularly attack the Beagles. So, I figured that we would probably have to sell him.

But then it happened: all the dogs were playing and Fibi found a toy which all the other dogs wanted as well, so everybody was running after her. But suddenly Babygirl attacked Fibi, pulled her ears, bit her legs with a strength that Fibi cried like crazy. I tried to stop them, but Babygirl didn't let go. It felt like an eternity that passed before I could separate and stop them. Fibi had both of her ears bloody, one now hangs a little lower and her feet had scratches. And my hands didn't look any better. I do feel sorry for Babygirl, but she had to go, so we sold her. Those American Staffords simply get too big to be trusted with a small breed like Beagles. And at the moment we are still trying to sell Merlin because I don't want the same to happen again. Neither Babygirl nor Merlin are aggressive with people or with dogs in general, but when they freak out, it gets bloody.
In the meantime, we are having a little (about 5 months old) American Stafford mix in our home. We are giving him into adoption because he was found abondaned on the streets. He is a very good guy and very cute!

Furthermore, we hope that Nala is pregnant and is going to have her puppies in August.
And Peluche is now finally old enough to be a sire and if he did a good job, he'll be father very soon.

Now we are complete

Although I already had 5 dogs, after Kal-El’s death I wouldn’t stop looking for a new male American Stafford. And now I finally have it.
A friend of us has a female and she had babies, so he made us a very special price. Merlin is only 6 weeks old, but already looks very strong! Most of the time I just call him “enano” (dwarf) because right now he is the smallest of the family.

And then we got unlucky...

On a Saturday when Cristian was bringing me to work, we nearly hit a small puppy on the street. It wasn’t of a breed, but we thought we could just bring it home, give it a bath and then give it into adoption. However, we soon found out that she was sick. We didn’t know what it was but it seemed to be serious because she didn’t want to eat and had blood in her faeces. The next day she had already died. We buried her in the mountains close to a river.
A week later, Fibi got sick. She didn’t want to eat and was throwing up continuously. I thought that maybe she had eaten something that wasn’t good for her, but after she was one whole day without food or water, we brought her to the hospital. And the news weren’t good at all: She had parvovirus. It’s a sickness that doesn’t have a cure and once a dog has it, there is only a 50% chance of surviving. And of course, it is highly contagious.
Two days later, Kal-El started with the same symptoms and we also brought him to the hospital. We were full of hope because we had brought him so early.
On the day when the hospital called us to inform us that Fibi is great and can leave the hospital, they also told us that Kal-El died.
We were so frustrated because all of our dogs are vaccinated against this sickness and we lost one and it cost us a lot of money to have Fibi in the hospital.
In general, the whole months of March was filled with a lot of unlucky events. I broke my finger, but cured it myself (without going to the hospital because I didn’t want to wait in line forever), I fell down a whole and hurt my knees, had an accident on the scooter (and got lots of bruises) and Nala bit June because she came close to her while she was eating (the only time when Nala gets aggressive).