The dear Visitor can be the witness of , how keeping dogs as a hobby will or can become breeding dogs. We wish to transmit and to show what the bullmastiff mean to us. They are healthy, balanced, determined dogs, who love the family and of course more and more comparable to breed standard carriage.
We base on two bullmastiffs originated from a superb Hungarian breed. We also plan to involve american bloodlines into our breeding program, since we favour bullmastiffs to be good working dogs too.
Here you may read a family dogstory written by Edgár Székely Dr.
Little Omár in company
Once upon a time, the day had come when the masters had to travel somewhere. Before leaving, they took their favourite dog, Little Omár to their parents to take care of him.They said that Little Omár was:
A dear dog, A good boy, A nice dog, A calm dog, He didn’t chew, as he had already past that.
The masters left, Little Omár stayed. Read now the story of the party or if you like, the OMÁRIADA.
And came the first day.
Little Omár slept well, had his breakfast as is proper, playing, scratching as is proper. He was cute at feeding: didn’t jump, didn’t eat from the other dogs’ grub, he behaved as a real gentleman. We had a look at the garden; Little Omár had amortized the plants all to a man. Doesn’t matter, they had been nurtured for his masters, anyway, at least they stayed in the family. How good it is that he doesn’t chew anymore, as he had already past that!
And came the second day.
At dawn, in the dark I crawled down the stairs with the cat at my side. Accidentally, I stepped on him, there was a dreadful cry and the cat rushed downstairs. And what did I see? Little Omár welcomed me nicely with a wag of his tail (the cat rushed back) and there was a big heap of white mass around him consisting of larger and smaller pieces. I wondered what that could be? Later, after a long consideration, it turned out that it was one of the guest-slippers, or rather a once used to be guest-slipper. In the morning I went downstairs again (along with the cat). Omár rushed at the cat. The cat up the stairs. So did Little Omár after it with three steps. However, after that he couldn’t go either higher up or lower down, so I had to lift him down (you know, trifling sixty-something kilogram, could fill up the whole back part of an estate car and it also snores frightfully. Well, all’s well that ends well, that is until the cat appeared on the scene again. But for some reason this is its mania. It thought that Omár was in the hall. It was wrong. Little Omár jumped at the cat, the cat over the room fence, and Little Omár after it. However Omár couldn’t get over it, he got caught. I didn’t realize that Little Omár could see-saw! The cat was sitting in front of him - laughing. I peeled Little Omár off the room fence, fortunately it didn’t collapse. Gasping heavily for breath I wished he was rather a Pekinese! How good it is that he doesn’t chew anymore, as he had already past that!
And came the third day.
In the morning down the stairs again, feeding, playing, garden, barking at the postman, whatnot. Little Omár is most cute, a true big guy. Good boy. In the afternoon when I was walking in the garden a pile of rags in a horrible condition struck me. What could this be? After Mama had come home, we had a consultation: where is the kitchen scran-bag? Well, its contents was obviously in Little Omár’s tummy, while the bag was that certain pile of rags. How good it is that he doesn’t chew anymore, as he had already past that!
And came the fourth day.
The morning went on as usual. Then we went to work. In the afternoon the phone rang. Little Omár had amortized the sand-bucket of one of the grandchildren and our favourite bread basket, and also he scrunched the cable of the bread machine into tiny pieces (how lucky it wasn’t switched on). Apart from these he also destroyed our Croatian money holders, which we had been looking after only for 20 years. Doesn’t matter, there’s no need for those many dust-traps! How good it is that he doesn’t chew anymore, as he had already past that!
And came the fifth day.
In the morning I shuffled down the stairs in the dark and what I see: Little Omár was coming with a wag of his tail, the cat’s tray was pull off, its plate scrunched into tiny pieces. Thank goodness it’s not the cat that looked like that. The Masters are coming home tonight, they tell us all about what they have seen. Little Omár is going home. Good for you Little Omár, you’re coming another time, are you?
Little Omár: A dear dog, A good boy, A nice dog, A calm dog,
How good that he doesn’t chew any more, as he has already past that!
Once upon a time, the day had come when the masters had to travel somewhere. Before leaving, they took their favourite dog, Little Omár to their parents to take care of him.They said that Little Omár was: 
How good that he doesn’t chew any more, as he has already past that! 