God Christ, I freaking hate my luck. As some of you may remember, my cocker spaniel, Milo, passed away last April. The following month we got a new dog, who's little and white, and his name is Merlin. Anyways, so this morning he was out back as usual, and the neighbor's huge, gruff, probably rabies-infested dogs were out playing. They've done this with Milo and Duke (my other dog) ever since we moved here. However, today, somehow, they made a hole in the fence while they were playing. While Merlin and Duke were just playing with them, the other dogs were fiercely attacking and biting; I don't really know what happened with Duke (I guess he got away, I wasn't there when this happened), but Merlin was getting horribly hurt. Apparently the neighbor who owned the dogs was just poking hers with an umbrella telling them to get off, while my mom was insanely trying to save Merlin. In the process of doing so, the dogs bit her hand, and she was bleeding like crazy.
So then my mom comes in freaking out, and right away goes to take Merlin to the vet. When she comes back, her hand is completely covered in wrapping, and currently still is. Anyways, later my mom and my brother take Merlin to an actual pet hospital. While they're gone, the niece of the people next door comes over and asks if our dog had all his shots. I was the only one there, so I said "I don't know," and she said "Well, he'd better" and walked off. Hours later, my mom and brother return from the hospital (leaving me and my dad to a frozen pizza instead of the planned spaghetti casserole), and it turns out he had to get over 30 stitches and now he's spending the night. Not only that, but he might have a permanent mouth droop. He's staying in the hospital overnight (this is the second time we've had to keep him in an unfamiliar building for a long time, one time he went to get his nails trimmed, but the people forgot he was there so he sat in a cage all day until my mom finally went up to check on him).
The whole time after this happened, Duke was breathing heavily and whimpering. At first I thought he was hurt, but he does that every time he's scared, and considering what a smart dog he is (I'm not just saying that, heck, I'd consider him like the one of the only intelligent dogs we've had), I wouldn't be surprised if he knew exactly what was going on. So I sat there and comforted him while everyone was gone, even offering him treats. Now my parents are upstairs yelling about how they're gonna confront the neighbors about this.
Dammit, why does this keep happening? Can't my dogs just live happy lives without having to deal with all this surgery and crap? The worst part is knowing that Merlin was outright attacked, that's just scary. And, oddly enough, this was the same backyard that Milo broke his paws in, which was what led to his death... guess that place is just a deathtrap. We've only had this dog about three months now, too. I didn't think I was really too attached to him, but the more I think about it, the more I realize I actually was, and the more this hurts. Why does this always happen when I'm not expecting it?