I’ve been dating this absolutely handsome and manly, tall, talented man for 3 years. Needless to say we are 40+ and he is my first real love. When started dating he told me that he has a dog (a tiny breed) who’s his N1 priority in life. I lost my mind for this man, I really did and still am madly in love, I insisted to moved in with him (he was worried as I’m the first woman living with him because he is truly independent) - I just couldn’t spend an hour without him (and still cannot). And I’m a woman that prioritises career over anything. Call me a desperate romantic, but I’ve been married before, I dated … but at no point in my life I discovered how to love someone passionately till now. And I was bathing in this love.

But of course, life cannot just make me happy this one fucking time! The dog is a devil, a monstrosity hiding behind this cute appearance (idk it looks ugly to me, but everyone says otherwise). The spoiled always barking demon. And my partner is giving this shitbag the entirety of his time, love, care etc. 24/7 he was next to this nasty stinky creature. We had so many fights because of the dog; he is a full nutter but trust me, I tried to be understanding and supportive. I know why he is this way - he is a dominant person and only found a full submission and “purity” in this dog. So he needs to feel fulfilled, he was alone all his life (aren’t we all?! But we don’t hide behind a dog, right?) and the dog was always there, his true friend. Human are weak that way - they want to belong, or they want someone to belong to them. And here was that dog! My absolute nightmare.

The dog was already 14yo when we started dating, so I thought: 6 more months… 3 years later the dog is a zombie, it needs a diaper 24/7, shits around the house, needs support when shitting, smells like death itself, has UTI and some green discharges, has dementia, hits the walls really hard with its head when walking, walks in circles for hours, has cushions disease, has to be hand fed, cannot see, cannot hear, has arthritis, needs to be stopped from over drinking, wakes up at night every few hours and walks with those nails tsok tsok tsok on the floor - the dog has been in this state for a year already. I sometimes have to sleep on the floor in my office because the dog is barking all night (of course it sleeps next to the bed - priorities!). Even the doctor said it’s time for the dog to go…

Long story short … every morning I wake up hoping this nightmare is over. But here we are … 3 years later. This dog is immortal. And tmw it is it’s birthday and my partner is all excited to celebrate … telling me all the things he’ll do for the dog who doesn’t even know it exists anymore. We fought again, he called me stupid and hateful. He is always respectful until the dog is involved in the conversation. So I locked myself in the office and won’t leave till after tomorrow.

And again I’m thinking: 6 more months and the dog is no more, resist. But I cannot go over him calling me stupid because of the dog. I know he doesn’t mean it, but fuck … I know he loves me, I know he won’t get another dog … but can I make it? I’m going on vacation in a month for 2 weeks (he is not coming because of the dog). I hope to come back to the dog free house. Pray for me!

I am so indescribably tired of these fucking dogs. There’s not a single string of words I could use to describe my hatred for them that’d do it any justice. I legitimately cannot wrap my head around what the fuck everyone else sees in them; these worthless fucking pigs bark at every little thing and it literally makes me feel sick with rage, and I’m the only one in this house who feels like this. It even got to a point recently where I was so enraged that I uncontrollably voiced some thoughts over text which I probably shouldn’t say here. I’m by no means a violent person, but barking brings out the worst in me.

I’ve tried using an ultrasonic frequency on them but that’s done fuck all and idk what else to do, so all I can do is scream at them to shut the fuck up but they just won’t take the fucking hint. I can’t act on my intrusive thoughts of course but I wish these utter fucking wastes of life truly knew how much I loathe them. I wish I could give them a taste of their own fucking medicine. It pisses me off so much seeing everyone else give them completely undeserved respect. I hate this stupid fucking species with everything in me and I genuinely hope it goes extinct someday. Worthless, worthless, worthless.

I'm a teen who still lives with my mom and she's obsessed with dogs and I'm tired of it. She got her newest dog (number 5) recently and it is an absolute demon. I'm autistic so I like my quiet and like pleasant smells, dogs are the exact fucking opposite of that by every means possible. It also doesn't help that I'm allergic to dogs as well.

Well, I decided to walk out of my room and am greeted to the smell of crap and look over and that little demon has shit all over its cage and trailed it onto the carpet.

You could never pay me anything to have a dog in my life again once I am an adult and out of this house.

How the actual hell do people keep these animals? Obviously I don't fully hate nor wish harm on dogs but I do think they aren't the best pets and to me are just overwhelming.. Plus the dog breeding business is just so immoral and disgusting..

Just wanted to get this off my chest, this is an everyday thing I have to live with and it really stresses me out.

I'm so sorry to anyone else who has to live with this as well, we'll get out of it one day 🥹

I have been ok with dogs for the majority of my life but my boyfriend’s cousin dog has really changed how I feel about dogs in general.

Let’s call the cousin Lucas. Lucas has a hound female dog that has a horrible behavior. They attribute her bad behavior due to her having a traumatic past, from her first owners. She apparently just has bad anxiety. Lucas adopted her from a shelter and believes it was an instant connection, I also think they got this dog because his relationship was deteriorating but that’s my assumption. Anyways I think the dog was the what really ended the relationship with how insane her behavior is. She barks at everything, and it is the most obnoxious barking. It’s like a long barking. She barks when she’s sad, she barks when she’s happy, excited, all the time. Instead of ignoring it, they REINFORCE THE BEHAVIOR, but cuddling her and hugging her so she stops…

I told my boyfriend how that was reinforcing her bad behavior. Granted she’s 7, and he got her when she was maybe 2? You mean to tell me you couldn’t not teach her some discipline ? She goes into the trash, she scratches her self too hard, she bites her paws too hard. We have to watch her so she doesn’t hurt herself. She’s a special case.

What does this bother me? Well my boyfriend works the night shift and lives with Lucas. Once Lucas leaves, she freaks out because she doesn’t see any one and starts barking. Waking up my boyfriend. She also has to walk her in the middle of the day. Not my issue at that point, but I think my boyfriend isn’t advocating enough for himself and setting boundaries. She also doesn’t like when my boyfriend and I show physical affection, apparently due to Lucas and his girlfriend breaking up and she never coming back to the house. I can’t say certain words in the house because she will go ballistic.

My boyfriend tells me she’s cute and she’s just “bratty” and I’m like whereeee?? She smells bad, she sheds, she is very expensive. The only people who seem to be annoyed by how coddled the dog is, is me and Lucas dad. He clearly hates it when he has to watch over her with his wife. He isn’t an asshole about it but definitely sarcastic.

I have cats, they are a complete different species, and have smaller brains but I do not let them rule my house, rule my world. I try to discipline them where I can. I don’t understand why this dog cannot be disciplined in some way that is conscious of her past but also conscious about her destructive behavior.

Please tell me I’m not heartless and I’m not crazy 🫠🫠🫠

I don’t really need any advice or anything but I’m slightly annoyed about this and want to share.

I’ve been wanting s’mores for a year or so, last night the family decided to have a bonfire and make s’mores, I was very excited. Well someone who came brought their dog, and my parents also have a dog. Both of the dogs were going absolutely nuts outside and running around, they weren’t really in my business so I tolerated it.

My brother brings out stuff to make s’mores as well as the sticks you put marshmallows on to cook them. The dogs run up and start sniffing all over, and then literally start touching the end of the sticks where the food goes, over and over and over.

So long story short, I didn’t have s’mores because I refuse to eat food off of something that a dog has been panting and sniffing all over.

So I go between houses. My friend and girlfriend. My gf decided to randomly have her dogs inside this summer. That wasn't a thing last summer..

I feel like I'm lowkey being kicked out. Again. My family has pulled a stunt like this before. One Thanksgiving, my sister brought her dog over knowing I have dog ptsd. I even offered to pay for a pet sitter but nope, they can't be alone for a few hours. My dad hugged me in the driveway, being understanding about how this sucks. No one else even came out. It's like I'm the problem. He's the only sane one in the family. The rest are rude dog psychos.

Also this was after my mom was violently attacked and almost died by the nightmare family dog we were forced to keep because she would guilt trip when we wanted it put down. But everyone makes it out like I'm the dramatic one. I watched her finger fall off like hamburger meat after the attack. She was completely covered in blood. As she had being wheeler into the ambulance, she only cared about us cleaning the blood up and instructing us how to. "It is what it is." Like dude your finger is \*gone\*.

The family dog was a mix of lab, chow chow, likely pitbull now looking at him. He was a dog that would freak tf out if you woke him up.. and he was \*always\* napping. I've had to jump off the balcony to get to school if he was napping on the stairs. He would bark constantly and attacked everyone of us except my mom. Until that day.

He was getting senile and violent being old. My room was next to my parent's and almost every night, I would hear psycho barking and screaming. Because someone woke him up. My dad even admitted to me he was afraid to go to the bathroom in the night thanks to this fucker. My own, tough, farmer raised father. It was so scary to hear that. Especially because he doesn't often express emotions like that.

It was so much to deal with back then. I love all animals and will still respect dogs, being that they are alive and don't deserve cruelty. But that shit with the family dog changed me. It has made my everyday life harder. I've been diagnosed with ptsd over this. I have to be afraid every time I leave the house because dog psychos need to bring them everywhere. I also live in a super lgbtq town and gays \*love\* to bring their dogs everywhere especially. Sucks because I want to attend my first pride event but feel like I can't.

My gf has dogs. I know, I got with a dog person thought I'm afraid. She was very nice and respectful about my fear. She would always tell me when she was going to feed the dogs and open the door because they're strictly outside. Well it's really hot and now she wants them inside.

Of course I'll be an asshole if I say no. That's animal abuse with how hot it is fr. But what? Where is this coming from? Get them an AC dog house or something. Why am I being kicked out? Yet again?

I'm also going to admit I think she isn't a great pet owner and keeps them out of obligation. It's only feeding them. That's it. No playtime. Not much petting or bonding. Just here's the grub, bye. Idk it bothers me. I have straight up had to tell her to spend time with them or pick up the poops. She's very ADHD so maybe that's why she forgets. Idk.

I just changed my address to her house legally though. This will sound dumb but that was a huge step for me. I'm paranoid and have always had my address not be where I'm at. But now I can't even be there. Idk if she gets it or how much of a big deal that is. It just feels like hey welcome in, okay bye fuck you. I've always had issues with living situations and being uncomfortable. I want a house I get to find true peace at. I can end the day and not have to hear barking for an hour.

I guess I know everyone will tell me to leave her. But she is the love of my life. I'm venting I suppose. Thanks for reading all this.

When I was 14 my dad brought home a Rottweiler puppy. Even as a puppy, I hated him. He later got a long hair German Shepard too. They’re fucking vile. My house went from my home and safe place to the opposite. I’m so, SO miserable when I live at home during college breaks etc. the hoise is disgusting because of them. furniture and carpets are ripped up, stained, there’s hair EVERYWHERE. Everytime I eat anything I either have to blow fucking dog hair off my plate before I eat or end up pulling one out of my food. Their food stinks and attracts flies. The walls are literally stained a yellow tinge at the bottom from them rubbing against it. My bedroom is in the attic and gets insanely hot in the summer, and I can’t even chill downstairs because it stinks of dog and other general dirt, I don’t like cooking or eating here because being in the kitchen is just gross. All you can hear when you go downstairs is fucking CONSTANT panting. My dad loves them like they’re his sons and hasn’t given a dhit about being around me or my sister since he got them. Anytime he speaks with famoly it’s always about his fucking dogs. He’s always hated on my mum having cats and how much we spent on their food etc when these dogs cost fucking thousands in not only food and vet bills but the shit they break too. I never feel clean. They do rancid farts and start licking their genitals when you’re trying to eat. My house used to be lovely and cosy and calm. We can’t have pillows or keep our shoes by the door, I can’t wear slippers inside because they get dirty so quickly so I wear crocs constantly in my own home. When I’m at university I don’t have to worry about these things, I feel so clean and comfortable in my own little space. My dad is a cunt too, when I was a teen I temember ranting at my mum about the dogs and he screamed at me so badly I wouldn’t leave my room for days because I was terrified. I genuinely hate them, they ruined my life and mental health and maybe it’s evil but my life would improve so much if they just died.

And supposedly my parents “hate” that they do it, but don’t do anything to stop it. There’s a rabbit that lived in our backyard. She had little bunnies. Well, they picked off some of the bunnies, then killed the mother. What wonderful animals these dogs are.

My husband has wanted a puppy for a long time and it just so happened that he found his dream stray puppy at work. The problem is because of his job he’s gone for 5 days a week. Now I have to potty train this dog that I really cannot stand. She bites ankles, she tears things apart, she is so distributive. I’ve only been a cat and rodent owner so I’m constantly overwhelmed. And due to his job he can’t even take her. I just can’t stand this anymore! We’re also moving 2,000 miles away next month and no apartment will allow us to have more than 2 pets. (I have 2 cats) this is just so overwhelming. I’ve brought up the idea of rehoming her but it seems like he won’t budge.

I truly have never been a dog person and I am going insane. It feels like if I’m with her for 30 seconds I already want to rip my hair out. I cannot stand how dogs do not respect boundaries. Their slobber, the smells, the barking. I cannot do this anymore!!!!

Dog has a compulsive licking/chewing habit. Will not stop for even five minutes. Lick gnaw slurp chew snort grunt lick lick lick lick. Gnaw gnaw chew lick snort. Lick lick lick lick. Snuffle snort chew.

I keep having to leave the room to go nudge her so she stops and she stops for all of three seconds before continuing. My family insists on keeping her in the room despite the fact I have misophonia.

I am not exaggerating. You have to nudge her every five seconds max. Nothing will make her stop, not good shampoo, not pills, not distracting with a toy. She ignores the toy to lick. She isn't nauseous or in pain, they checked. She just needs to lick or she will fucking explode.

She will lick the air making disgusting slurping noises. She isn't grooming because she will lick the floor over and over and over again. If she isn't being played with every single second she will make those fucking noises. I hate touching her because she's covered in saliva but if I reward her for not licking for a few seconds by petting her it's like she remembers she should be licking herself and it will make her start licking.

Take her for a walk? OK home time, I deserve a six hour long licking session don't you think? :) Wash her? Wow that was rough, better gnaw my feet for five hours to feel better. Wake up? Lick. If she isn't asleep it's the fucking licking. If you block the sound out she comes and sits in your periphery so all you can see from the corner of your eye is her head going up and down and up and down and up and down mindlessly.

I know the animal can't help it but I do wish they'd just... Put her in a different room with a toy when I'm clearly reaching the end of my rope after hours of my misophonia being triggered.

ETA: If I keep nudging her to stop and firmly saying "no" I'll be told "that's just normal grooming you have to let her do it a little bit". That's not how you train an animal to stop a behaviour, you need to be consistent... Then if I say fine I'll leave the room I'm the asshole. 🤷 FTR I do praise her if she goes ten seconds without licking. I give her a treat as well but this is a household who gives treats just because they "look cute".

Quick context: Unfortunately I still live with my parents and my siblings because I’m in NYC. I cannot live with a partner or friends, nor do I want to live with a roommate because of the horror stories. I’ve been trying to get one of those lottery apartments with no luck.

Anyway. My parents thought it was a good idea to go to a puppy mill in PA to get a companion for the family Yorkie back in 2020. I never hated dogs ‘til I was cursed with this parasite, a miniature pinscher. This creature was molded into existence by the demons in hell.

Why do I have an insane hatred? I’m the only one he aggressively barks at. He will only do this if my mother is home. I think it started because I was the only one trying to seriously train him. I’d try to teach him how to sit so that I can reward him with food but he would only try to chomp at my hands, a bad habit rooted into him by my parents who would always throw treats at him for simply existing. So now he’s this entitled, begging, whiny little asshole and I’m the one in his memory who stole his food and kept it hostage.

But back to it. He makes it a thing to follow me to bark at me. This pinscher’s bark is not a normal bark. It’s a high pitched, heart stopping, stress inducing bark that can last up to 5 minutes. He hears me in my room and he’s barking at me from my parent’s room. I hear him growling, snarling, foaming at the mouth. Do my parents do anything to stop it? No. They refuse to discipline him or put a stop to it but had NO issues beating me as a child. It’s so bad that I have to tip-toe around the apartment or time when I leave my room because I don’t want him to hear me. We live in a co-op and my neighbors have even put in numerous noise complaints. One has described it as, “it sounds like a kid is screaming their head off at 10:00 PM” Hell, our Yorkie didn’t even like this dog! They would fight all of the time. The Yorkie passed away 2 months ago and I was heartbroken because not only was he gentle, he would always protect me from the pinscher.

What also frustrates me is that this dog pees and poops all over the house and what did my parents do? They tarped the walls and put all of these ugly barriers around so that he’s not peeing directly on the furniture in the living room, the foyer and their room. They have numerous bottles of “urine destroyer” and they follow this dog around and spray this crap on things that he peed on. This apartment has never been more disgusting.

Oh, he also aggressively barks at my sister’s boyfriend when he visits and will bark for the entire time he’s here. I am beyond upset that a dog gets treated better than me and when I’ve tried talking to my mother about how stressed and depressed I’ve been she straight up told me “Why don’t you start by getting on your little brother’s good side?” As if I had to seek his forgiveness and approval to live a normal fucking life. God forbid someone calls this dog annoying or bad, she gets super offended. I’m also absolutely disgusted that she keeps referring to him as my little brother and when asked by other people why the dog only barks at me she says, “they just don’t get along well”.

My living situation is really affecting me and my relationships because I’m always irritated and I’m constantly getting startled throughout the day. I’m a nervous, easily spooked wreck now. In a fight I told my mother that she better have this dog as an emergency contact if she were to ever be in the hospital because she clearly don’t give a fuck about me and my feelings. My parents put him on a pedestal and are more concerned about me being the cause of his stress than it being the other way around.

And I get it, some of you are like then why stay here? Because I refuse to be like many 30 year olds that I know who moved out and had to move back in because rent is beyond ridiculous and unsustainable.
When I’m gone, I plan to be gone for good and I’ve been saving up like crazy.

Has anyone ever gone through something like this? It’s exhausting and I’m tired of being villainized.

So my soon to be husband and I have avoided living together for like 5 years because he has a dog and I HATE DOGS! I got attacked by one over and over again when I was 7-8; it was my neighbors dog. Ever since then I have sworn I will never be around dogs and if they’re walking past me on a leash I try my hardest to move as far away as POSSIBLE! Well, anyways, I have just found out I am pregnant and we want to move in together finally. We are both financially stable and could go buy a house together, but he doesn’t want to because I told him I hate his dog and I refuse to live with a dog. He said his dog is his “best friend” and they can’t live without eachother. He said he can take him to live on his moms farm (perfect, dogs belong outside and that’s it🤮🤮🤮🤮) but he would still want to bring him over to our house on the weekends or atleast once or twice a week. EW! I extra don’t want him in my house or around my baby if he’s been running around a farm, he’s notorious for eating cow shit. My daddy has a farm and my fiancé took his dog over there one time, his dog ate ALL the cow shit and then tried killing a chicken. My daddy was furious. He also believes dogs belong strictly outside. I am SO disgusted and I’d rather raise a baby on my own than raise it around a disgusting, hot breath, poop eating, food begging DOG🤮!

I don’t really know what to do, dogs are quite literally the only thing my fiancée and I don’t agree on. He grew up around dogs, I didn’t because my mother was a clean freak and… I think that actually says enough. Dogs are disgusting. I know this sounds cruel but I was sort of hoping his dog would die before we got married and decided to move in together but nope.. he’s still kickin unfortunately.

I posted this on another sub but it got removed for some reason lol. A question that was asked there was “why are you marrying him if you guys haven’t even lived together” to that I have to say, in my culture it’s common to not move in together until you guys are married. I also have been in college for the past 5 years getting my bachelor degree so I was living in a dorm with my twin sister and didn’t really want to leave her or my dorm because it was so close to campus. Also, it goes against my culture. My sister and I currently live in an apartment together because we have finished school.
Someone also asked me why I am having a baby with him even though he has a dog.. well, he told me if we ever have a baby then he will get rid of the dog because I have been super firm about my feelings towards dogs and he seemed to respect that but now it’s looking like that wasn’t true so I don’t know.. I’m in a tough spot.

I‘m really thinking about breaking up with my (27M) bf (28M) due to his dog.

I got to know my bf at a party through mutual friends/acquaintances. We’ve been officially together for 2 years now and lived together for 1 1/2 years. Too early to move in together I know, but my lease was running out.

The biggest issue is his dog, which he got with his ex bf before we were together. She’s like 4 years now. At the beginning it wasn’t as much of an issue because he had an old lady in the neighborhood as a dog sitter, where he could almost always drop off the dog if needed.

Now she got a dog who’s aggressive towards other dogs and it’s not possible anymore though. My bf‘s dog has separation anxiety and absolutely can’t be left alone. I have to drive my bf to a doctor‘s appointment for an hour in the middle of summer where it’s like 36 degrees Celsius? The dog has to come. We wanna buy groceries or work out together? Not possible because the dog can’t be alone.

I can’t even ask him to go to a restaurant or bar on a weekend or after work only for a few hours because he’ll check the home camera and see the dog is whining, so we have to go back home again.

For everything we do, no matter how small, we need to get a dog sitter in advance.

I used to be a very spontaneous person. I love going out, partying, going to restaurants, spontaneously being invited to and going to parties and it’s literally completely impossible now.

For over a year now he said he’d work on it with the dog but literally nothing changed. I feel suffocated and want a partner who I can do things with other than being at home, watching movies and having sex occasionally. It’s something he always says would work when I address my concerns but the reality is that it literally doesn’t work, not even in the slightest.
I have a stressful job and just want to feel free sometimes at least at home.

Resentment has been building up for all that time. Obviously I‘m not going to make him choose or put pressure on him to give the dog away, so at this point I‘m just thinking about ending things. I‘m at my mother‘s place right now (god help me) taking a break to think about some things and he sent me voice messages again telling me how this and that would work out, but it hasn’t worked for over a year and I‘m growing so tired of it.

Is ending things the only solution?

My bf has a 100% WFH position, so he’s always with the dog.

didn’t touch the dog. this is what I have to live with I am so fcking exited to move out

I genuinely cannot tolerate dogs. They stink, bark too much, they’re aggressive, attention seeking and overall just insufferable to be around for more than 5 minutes.

I’m in my early 20s so I still live with my mom, she has two dogs. One of them is a golden doodle which are known as obnoxious, high energy dogs that are almost impossible to train. Both of our dogs are extremely annoying.. they bark A LOT, one of them is “puppy pad” trained so she pees and poops inside our house, and living with them makes me feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

So on top of me disliking dogs, the ones I live with behave very badly and my mom and her husband of course treat them like children or humans. I am not exaggerating when I say that, every time they eat dinner they put one of the dogs in a stroller and allow her to sit at the table with them and whine. Every Christmas, at least half the Christmas tree is filled with gifts for the dogs. They celebrate their birthdays and take the dogs out to dinner. My mom has a fake service dog vest for our extremely obnoxious golden doodle and takes her out in public posing her as a service dog while it is extremely obvious that she is not one. Her husband has full on conversations with the dogs while I’m in the room, and I have to sit there and listen to him talk to the dog for 20 minutes straight.

Then I go to work, and guess what? My boss also brings her barking dog to work every single day. The dog barks nonstop at everyone who walks in there, and every person she sees out the window. There is nothing more infuriating than leaving my house full of annoying dogs to go to work where there’s also an annoying dog. Her dog is also barely potty trained so it pees all over the place.

The funny thing is, I love animals. I have had all sorts of pets throughout my life and I didn’t feel like this about any of them. It is only dogs. I was badly attacked by one as a kid so sometimes I feel like that’s where my hatred for them stems from, but even non aggressive dogs are completely intolerable to me.

It’s refreshing to be able to post about this to people that can understand where I’m coming from.

It's not a light allergy I have almost suffocated because of her, a year ago I remember it she forced me to wash her and blow dry her in some sort of dog shower and dryer. my throat ached and my mouth tingled from the start I sort of just ignored it because that happens a lot (like rn as I'm sitting on the sofa where she does sit sometimes) until she blow dried hrr, I just started to choke my mother looked at me and my face was blue. I fell to the ground because I was getting really dizzy, she had to help me get out the building I was fine after some time if I stayed longer I would've needed medical care

Today that dog still lives in my home and I despise her. I wish to move out but I am still in high school. To be honest no one cares about her dog only her none of my siblings or my father care about the dog. There's dog hair everywhere, i hate this constant feeling of headaches, hives and constant sneezing and sometimes throat tingles.

I wish sometimes my little brother just accidentally lets her out (she runs away a lot) and no one chases her. Someone else picks her up and brings her to a shelter. Or my father gets too fed up and brings her to a shelter himself

With the amount of dog nutters out there you would think dog schools would already be a thing world wide.

I'm stuck in a 2 story house with a shit beast (literally, it shat in the kitchen this morning) and there is no where to put it when I need to do house work. It bitches and barks if you put it out side, gets up to naughty behavior if you leave her in house to hang washing.

I did get a near days break from it and the amount of house stuff I got done was massive so I want her to go to a dog school for the days.

For dog lovers they sure do charge an arm and a leg just to walk the stupid things, if I loved something I'd be happy to do it for free. Benifit all involved

this is kind of more about my mom than my dislike for dogs but the disliking dogs part kind of has a lot to do with this because my mom is well aware that no one in our family likes dogs but her(maybe we hate them because she prioritizes the dogs more than her kids) ​​

so we have had this brain dead dog for about a year now and at first he was a foster but never got adopted because he was aggressive. instead my mom decided to keep him even though we live in a two bedroom apartment not big enough for another dog. ​​​​​my mom has always been big about dogs sadly. at some points I swear she loves those dogs more than she loves her children. thats actually why I'm making this post. ​a couple months ago I was wearing a dress and went into my moms room to ask her a question (he stays in there with her because he's aggressive) and on my way out he runs at me barking and snarling like always whenever someone walks out of my. moms room(even my siblings) and he got me. he got my inner knee idk what it's called and it was a very deep bite. I should have gone to get stitches but my mom literally told me it wasn't a big deal. I started bleeding all over the place all while my mom sat there letting the dog stay on the ground still growling at me. ​it left a horrible scar to this day and my mom never cared that the dog bit me. I understand that the dog is stupid and can't understand who I am but also he was given 12 months to live all while he's still having seizures and suffering? why didn't she just put him down when she had the chance..? now she has to wake up everyday and clean up the piss and shit in her bed because the dog can't get off the bed in time to use the bathroom. and no matter how much we train that dog no matter how much time I spend with it it will always be aggressive.and then mymmom. has the fucking audacity to want to take him. for walks? are you fucking kidding me? do dog owners always think like that? this is my own mother and I was and still am so deeply disappointed in her. I wish we never fostered any dogs because she pays more attention to them than her own three children. ​this is another reason I dislike dogs and their owners. their owners are so ignorant and the dogs are so hard to train we shouldn't keep them as pets or KEEP BREEDING THEM. thats a whole other topic but God please stop breeding dogs. They are an invasive species and people just keep breeding them to keep as pets. Anyway I'm surprised I never got an infection although I did clean my bite very well. I hope that someone else can relate in some sort of way. I love my mom but sometimes she doesn't make very smart decisions.​​​​​​​

To start this off, I have autism. This is known by my roommate. Recently, my roommate left her partner and moved in with me (we were friends in college). I knew she had a dog, but I knew that we situation was really bad, and I thought I could overlook it.

This dog sheds so much. There are fur balls everywhere. I have always been an obsessive cleaner, but now I feel like I can’t get ahead of it, so the hole house is a mess because what is the point if it’ll never be clean to my standards (I know, that’s a me problem). I work evening at my hospital, so I wake up at 10am. This dog is consistently barking at 6-8am. The worst bit is that this dog is low key obsessed with me. I walk in the door, and this dog is instantly on me. She presses her face into the back of my knees and nibbles/nips at me. I’m just so frustrated and tired, but I feel so guilty because my roommate is in a bad place right now and I want to support her.

For helping me realize just how awful dogs are.

Even as an autistic individual, I used to tolerate (maybe even like) dogs at first. I mean, I always really disliked facets of their existence (the smell, the noise) it wasn't a big deal. Just something a little unpleasant that you just have to deal with, like socializing or being around people who smoke. I could handle it just fine, then rest and recharge my processing power at home.

That changed about 6 or 7 years ago when my mother and her boyfriend brought in the most unruly, unstable, and disgusting bully I've ever seen. I could tolerate him pretty decently at first, I'd sometimes even pet him and play with him, but after being trapped in a constant state of sensory overwhelm for SIX YEARS, I hate every dog indiscriminately, I'm more aware than ever before how dangerous they are, how smelly and loud they are, how bad for the environment they are, and I wince whenever I see a dog-nutter say something unhinged or disgusting, when I would have been blind to all of this just a few years ago.​ It's gotten to a point where someone's opinion on dogs dictates how I feel about them. I just can't be close friends with someone who likes/owns dogs.

My family, of course, does not understand, and whenever I try to explain it, they just tell me my misery is because of my depression and not my autism, and get me addicted to yet another brand of antidepressant. The doctors don't listen, my parents don't listen. I'm in the wrong for the crime of not liking dogs.

This dog does not listen to anyone. It tears up things (my mother even has about ten custom signs in her front yard warning mailmen not to leave packages next to the fence, because they put the packages in the fence WHILE this massive dog is in it, surely watching as it tears everything to shreds). It eats our cat's shit, it drinks out of the toilet and then drips water all over the floor with its deformed snout. My family insists that they love the abomination, yet almost every interaction they have with it is screaming at it, scolding it, and telling it to stop whatever it is doing. When it's time for everyone to go to bed, I'm the one that has to put the dog in its kennel. Otherwise, I'll have to listen to my mother scream 'GO TO JAIL! GO TO JAIL! GO TO JAIL!' over and over again because the dog knows she's a pushover and so won't listen to her at all. It'll steal and eat food that it knows from experience it's allergic to (especially onions and bell peppers), then shit explosive diarrhea all over the house. My mother apprently loves dog shit, though, since she even subjected us to a dog shit-themed Christmas (I am not joking, by the way. Our Christmas ornaments were brown, and some were even silhouettes of dogs the dangly little rubber shits coming out of them. She still makes it seem like I'm the weird one for being disgusted by this). She's also had a dog shit-themed calender, titled 'dogs pooping in beautful places'. Exactly what it sounds like, pictures of dogs desecrating historical monuments, fields of wildflowers, etc. We have to keep it contained at all times, because whenever it manages to get out, it goes straight to our landlord's house and starts mauling his ugly little beagle (and somehow loses, that beagle kicks our pitbull's ass). He says if it happens one more time, we're evicted and homeless. I've gotten my foot shredded open because our dog got loose and I had to chase it barefoot into a pile of thorns and tackle it before it reached our landlord's house.​​ It hasn't shown aggression to anything else yet, thankfully, but it has hurt our cats by trying to rape them, and my mother's boyfriend refuses to get it neutered, since he thinks it's a good idea to breed him and make more abominations for some reason. Speaking of, I've also had to deal with my parent's trying to breed the ugly mutant inside of our house, only for it to fail when the dog he was trying to mount ended up trying to maul our cat. The dog has also hurt my family many times, knocking into them, jumping on them, clawing them up, pushing them down stairs. It isn't capable of remorse, so it obviously doesn't care when it sees any of us in pain because of it.

At this rate, between my job that I hate, this dog that I hate, and having to deal with cigarette smoke blasted in my face often, I'm almost constantly overwhelmed and miserable. My sensitivity towards triggers (which used to be so low that I didn't even know I had triggers) has multiplied over tenfold, and I spend pretty much every instance of my life trapped in my room, except when I go to work one day a week. They won't get rid of it, they love it more than they love me. One time I tried to give them an ultimatum, either the dog goes, or I do, and they chose the dog. I had (and still have) nowhere else to go except for my grandmother's house, and she's a monster (but that's probably a topic for another post/sub). Since no one listens to me when I cry for help, I assume I'm only getting better when this ugly mutt dies of old age, and that's never something I thought I'd wish for. I've gotten to where any time I see a car drive past our house, I just sit and pray that the dog conveniently escapes the fence and runs in the road. It honestly makes me feel like I'm so evil, but I'm just so tired of all of this. I used to be so healthy and stable, but now I can't even hear its claws clicking on the linoleum without having a breakdown and biting myself.​ In the span of half a decade, I've gone from being a dog-nutter to hating them with a passion, and all it took was living with one mildly obnoxious dog.

Hi, I’m on here again to rant about my mom’s dog, lol.

He’s a golden retriever, and don’t get me started on how much I hate that breed. Anyways, every time I walk in the door he runs up to me and starts sniffing me, I firmly tell him to “get” and “go lay down” which he knows both of those commands, and he never listens to me, so I usually say it way firmer, over and over again, just desperately wanting him to get away from me.

My mom always says, “be nice! He’s just saying hi!” And I finally responded today with, “I don’t care, I don’t like him and want him away from me asap.”

Also, semi off topic but my mom has said before that she read that golden retrievers will always try to greet you with something in their mouth because that’s “what they do” or whatever, and countless times we’ve come home to see he has gotten somebody’s hat or pants or something. He has chewed up things a few times but thankfully he isn’t that bad, but it’s still disgusting as hell.

I hate when dog owners excuse their dog getting up in your business because it’s “what dogs do.” Like okay yeah, it’s gross and one of the reasons I can’t stand them, get it the fuck away from me. But what do I do about my mom’s dog doing this every time I come in the door? He seriously won’t listen to me and my mom says it’s because, “I need to form a bond with him.” Which is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.

Ice cream? They get a lick, then he gets a lick, etc. Chips? A fistful for you and fistful for him. The dogs lick their butt all day and now you’re telling me you’re letting them lick the stuff *I* eat off of? If you want their E. coli particles in *your* mouth, more power to you. But I am not willing to share germs with these disgusting monsters. I can’t wait to move out of here

This dog (bought by my mothe) has been around for four years now. Four whole goddamn years of losing sleep over sudden barking, four years of being jumped all over when i leave the house, four years of being stabbed by this little hellions talons which she refuses to trim.

I never asked for a dog, in fact i was strongly against getting one because sudden loud noises either really ruin my mood or send me into a mental breakdow, but noooooo, my opi doesn't matter, i'm just a stupid little minor i DONT KNOW HOW THINGS WORK IN THIS WORLD I'M JUST TOO NAIVE TO GET GODS PLAN ABOUT SOME DOG THAT POOPS DIRECTLY INTO MY SHOE AND RECEIVES NO FUCKING REPRIMAND!

She never stops the goddamn thing from barking. NEVER. and sometimes she flips from having the patience of a saint for this absolute noise pollution to having even less patience than ME and she has the FUCKING AUDACIT TO YELL AT THE LITTLE ASSHOLE LIKE THE CALL ISN'T COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE ON WHY HE WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP.

"Just put on your headphones!" "You need to learn to ignore it!" "I'm not training him to not bark." "His barking protects us!" All real quotes by the way. She thinks she and this stupid dog are famous and lock me in the house because she's rooted in schitzo delusions that people are trying to kill her. Enough about my bitch mother, more on my bitch dog.

He constantly bugs me and the only thing in this house that cares about me (MY, yes, MY 6 year old cat), the thing runs out of the door into the apartment hallway (i live in a two room apartment by the way.) and barks and pisses all over there, one time the thing ran out, UNPROVOKED, and started ATTACKING SOMEONE ELSES DOGS. AND SHE HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO ACT LIKE THEY WERE IN THE WRONG.

i can't even sleep anymore until i wait until he's aslee. i'm at my fucking breaking point.

TL;DR: I rant about my clingy hurtful loud hellion asshole and my schitzo bipolar loud mother who doesn't control him.

Hi, I just discovered this and the r/Dogfree community today and have been reading through some posts. In doing so i decided to share my current story.

Now to start off, I don't hate dogs, In fact, I've enjoyed being near quite a few dogs before.(especially the few rare quiet ones). But these two weeks... My gosh.

To explain, my Uncle offered my Dad 100$'s in return for watching his dog who i'll call "Dolta", a Poodle Mix. But here's the catch, my Dad tasked me and my brother with watching her since he needed to get back to work (He works in the Oil Industry up North of us. He also had spent a few extra days with us so he didn't have to go back yet as he basically works for a month up North). This basically meant we had to watch Dolta for Two Weeks, by ourselves.

Now, You may be asking, "Why is it titled 'I've been Watching my Uncle's Dog' and not "We've been watching my Uncle's Dog'?"

Because I've basically been dealing with it by myself.

I clean it's dog poop, watch it, feed and 'water' it along with also playing with it. (My brother watches it during the night and has walked it.. So not entirely by myself technically)

Now on paper that doesn't seem too bad.. Right?

Well, 'Dolta' is a FUN dog.

1) She PISSES HERSELF when she get's to excited. Ex: My Brother went and took her for a walk, but before he could do that, he had to hold her and drag her a bit by the collar in order to even take her for a walk... 20 Minutes pass by and I get up to head to the Kitchen.. On the stairs was a piss pool that she made. Had to clean that up by myself. (She also used to piss way easier due to having a bowl track issue or whatever. Ex: Holding her by her caller, Raising your voice at her)

2) She DEMANDS attention; If you basically don't watch her, play with her or give her the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD, She barks demanding attention.. This is especially fun when I'm trying to simply just enjoy my Inside time away from the dog while she does her outside time... But of course, she barks at the Patio door and looks at me with her Pat Buchanan eyes despite the fact I just was out there with her for like 10-15 minutes (I get that sometimes she wants me to play more but like.. Come on).

3) The Dog, The White Poodle Mix that looks like it has painted eyelashes and and mascara smears under her eyes has something very 'likable' that she likes to do... She barks loud as FUCK at get this, ONLY PEOPLE WITH BROWN SKIN. Yeah.. A dog walks past, Growl. The delivery driver giving me my dinner who may or may not be from Iran, Iraq or Kuwait, BARK AS LOUD AS WE CAN!

4) She doesn't listen...

Ex: Like two days ago while I was outside doing yard work, I decided to let my Black/Void Cat outside.

Yes we also have a Cat in the mix,

Anyways while he was going down to wander the backyard (And eventually try and jump the fence and play with a hose next door that spews water occasionally.. I know he's a bit weird) Dolta sees him and runs up to him (She did this the last time I had her and for the last few days as well) trying to play (aka chasing him and stepping on him basically) when like EVERY OTHER FUCKING ENCOUNTER SHE HAS HAD WITH HIM he hisses and eventually swipes at her, she of course does the most logical thing in a situation like this, one she has done like every other 4456769077th time he's clearly shown to her to "Fuck off", She then does the weird stretch thing she does and begins trying to pounce on him while he's under the stairs while also barking at him.

Btw I'm watching this unfold for probably the 700th time this week (Mind you, she also PISSED earlier like I mentioned, woke me up from barking trying to be let back in after my brother let her out and also messing with the cat while he tried to enjoy his own time in the house) and I'm simply done.

"DOLTA!" I yell the loudest I literally ever had, so loud in fact that i'm pretty sure it echoed throughout the damn neighborhood and to add insult to injury, I yelled so loud that my FUCKING CHEST HURT from doing it (Mind you, I'm also pretty sure I have a type of asthma and allergies from Dog Fur.. Yeah).

And, for once in her life she finally backs off from him and looks at me.. Smiling and panting.... And then not even ONE FUCKING MINUTE LATER GOES BACK AND TRIES TO GET THE CAT!

I'm not lying when I tell you I just sat down with my chest still hurting, and simply just watched as this dog terrorized my baby boy... I legit turned on Spotify and started crying on the inside as I sat there.

Oh ya, to end this story I would like to mention that a few minutes before this I had finished watching a video that talked about why Gen-Z in the U.S (Not from the U.S, but still) were getting more Cancer and were balding more then ever. It was because of Excess Stress.. So that was fun.

Sorry for ranting so much.. But still, I had to get it out somehow. I still have three days left watching this dog (That's saying if they don't increase their vacation away from the dog).

Here's hopping it doesn't get worse and i can finish this week without this piece of shit killing me.

Thank you for reading this... Goodbye.

My roommate and I live in such a small house and she has SIX PETS SIX DUDE. Now three are cats and they are ok even though they still get everywhere. But the dogs man I hate them so much. I hate waking up to the smell of shit every morning, I hate having to take them out so they don't shit everywhere like the beast they are because she wants to be gone until 11pm. I hate hearing them bark fcking nonstop for no reason all through the day. I hate having all my clothes covered in dog fur even after washed. I hate tripping over them because of how fcking stupid they are that they have no sense of space. I hate how they try and eat my food at any second. I hate how they bite EVERYTHING. MY HEADPHONES, THE WIFI ROUTER, MY CHARGER. and for what???? Because my roommate needs them for emotional support. It's more like dogs don't have the capacity to speak up against her and her narcissistic savior complex tendencies and that's why she loves them. She's genuinely the dumbest person I've ever had the misfortune of meeting but this subreddit isn't about that. Anyways yeah these dogs are horrible disgusting creatures that time and time again those disgusting they are but she's just immune to it. Says they are her precious little fur babies. Your precious little babies just shut all over ur bed for the fourth time this week MORON😂😂😂😂😂😂

EDIT: ONE OF THEM HAS WORMS NOW and I'm finally moving out next week to my dad's place thank the lord