Hello,
I found a couple fleas on my dog. He takes a 3/1 flea treatment every month. I gave him a bath. And I vacuumed my carpet, washed his and my bedding. Vacuumed/washed all the rugs. And vacuumed the couch. Is there anything else I should do?
Hello,
I got a fat headed pitbull that loves to eat things he shouldn’t. I have a soft mesh muzzle for him but he’s not a fan and he has a really hard time cooling down in it. Do you guys have recs for another muzzle we can try that prevents him from eating anything. I’m open to hard or soft mesh. Thanks!
Hello,
I just want to preface this that I looovvveee my dog. He is my son, my problem child.
I adopted him a year and a half ago. He was my first dog. He’s a bully mix. I’ve always wanted a pit bull, I work in animal care and training and grew up with dogs. So I felt pretty qualified to care for him.
He was 6 years old when I got him. He had been returned once before for “angrily growling at a small dog”. The shelter reassured me that he had been fine with dogs at the shelter and was just a huge cuddle bug. So I trusted the shelter and got the dog.
From day one I noticed he had separation anxiety. So I bought a crate. He broke that crate so I bought a more industrial crate.
He barks in the crate all day and I start getting complaints from the neighbors. So I take him to work. He barks all day at work and I get complaints from my coworkers. Home it is then.
He starts doing better in the crate so I tell my roommate he can be out of the crate with supervision. She falls asleep and he eats a bunch of candy. 600$ vet visit. I fall asleep and he eats a bunch of ice cream (didn’t take him to the vet just let him shit it out). I ask my roommate if he can watch him for less than 48 hours. He breaks her finger trying to go to the bathroom (left him alone for 12 hours) and then ate a bunch of pillow stuffing. Missed work and a 5000$ vet visit and emergency surgery.
Our backyard has a fence. Not a great one but enough to show the boundaries of the yard. I let him out only with supervision. I go back inside to grab one thing. He bust through the fence and bites my neighbors dog. 200$ vet visit for him and 1000$+ in vet and court cost for the other dog. I decided to move to a new house.
I got a trainer. They gave me tips on how to help him. (400$ for trainer). He sucks on a leash. I try every method ever to stop him from pulling on a leash. A year and a half later and I still hate taking him on walks and I don’t trust people to walk him. They suggested getting his knees fixed (tore both his CCLs). 3000$ surgery and 8 weeks recovery. Got him on anxiety meds.
I bought a house to hopefully have more privacy for him and less dogs (we lived in a very dog heavy neighborhood and he obviously didn’t like them). I bought a 7000$ fence. I tell the pest control people to move the mousetraps outside of the fence line so my dog doesn’t get to them. They didn’t and sure enough my dog gets ahold of a mouse that more than likely ate rat poison. Luckily he didn’t eat it but definitely chewed on it.
I’m just so fucking frustrated. Every time I think things are getting better he does some fucking bullshit. I’m so tired of being stressed 24/7 about what he’s up to or if he’s tearing something up. I don’t know how he’s made it this long honestly and I feel like the worst dog parent in the world. If I leave him alone for more than 39 seconds he finds something to eat or get into.
My first dog was supposed to be this great experience. Learning to care for something on my own train them to do cute tricks. And now I’m financially struggling and all my friends and family think I’m crazy. He’s genuinely the sweetest dog when he’s in the house. I love him so fucking much but I’m so tired of his bullshit. There are days where I’m so glad to have him and I know if he dies it’ll fucking destroy me. But then there are days where I couldn’t care less if he dies. Maybe it’ll save me from the stress and anxiety of having him around.
I just feel like a bad person and I feel like maybe I’m just not equipped to care for a dog. But shit I’m one of the most qualified person to have a dog. Maybe I’m not as qualified as I thought I was.
Hello everyone. I’m a 27 years old (F) and my roommate is also 27 (F). We’ve been living together for almost a year. We vibe very well. She’s very clean, cordial, respects the property and overall is a genuinely nice person. She loves my dog and takes him out for me while I’m at work.
I own my house. I need a roommate to help pay the mortgage. So she pays me half and then I the mortgage.
A couple months ago she lost her job and I was fronting the bill for a while (like 3 months). Which is fine. I get people are in financial hardships right now and I don’t want to be the type of person that kicks someone out because they can pay rent especially if they’re good for it.
Now she’s got a new job and it seems to be going well. She paid me all the back logged money and she’s been paying me on time so it’s been fine.
However, she also has a boyfriend who is physically abusive to her. I put up with it because she’s an adult and she can do what she wants. I gave her options to leave the relationship but she didn’t want to. Again she’s an adult I can’t make her leave this pile of garbage but it is what it is.
Everything was fine until I overheard him hitting her in my house. That’s where I drew the line. I set up a strict rule that he can only be in the house 3 days a week. I also said if I heard it again I would be calling police. This has been met with some resistance mainly because he lives with his brother and doesn’t have a house on his own. So for the past few months he’s basically been spending almost every night at my house. Which was fine until he started thinking it was okay to hit my roommate IN MY HOUSE.
Now I’m in this weird rock and a hard place. Because it seems that the 3 nights a week rule has been really hard to follow. I basically said that he would have to pay me 100$ a night over the 3 night limit. But I feel like it’s still not being followed and I also feel like a mom enforcing all these rules. She’s a grown adult and I don’t want to police her life but I feel like this is a boundary I’m not willing to give up especially for a piece of shit human being like her boyfriend.
That’s been going on for months. I’ve put up with it but the frustration and stress just building inside me. This weekend I needed her to watch my dog. She’s watched him before. If I’m being honest she’s not my first choice to watch him. He’s a handful, has meds, has a lot of separation anxiety and needs to pee a lot. But I thought it was weird to have my friends come over to watch him when she’s here. On top of that I don’t want my friends to feel uncomfortable with an abuser (her boyfriend) in the house.
I was only gone for a day and a half. She’s texted me at 1 am this morning that my dog had broken her finger. He had to pee really bad and pulled on the leash and her hand got slammed in the door. I left my vacation early because I felt really bad about the whole situation. When I got home I realized that he hadn’t gotten his meds the whole time I was gone (two doses). He had peed and pooped on the floor and he had eaten so much pillow stuffing that he needs to have emergency abdominal surgery. (7000$ btw). I checked my door cam and it looks like she only took him to pee 4 times in the 48 hours I was gone. H pees 5-6 times a day normally. No wonder he pulled on the leash to pee it had been 12 hours since he had gone to the restroom.
Not only that but the only reason why I knew he ate stuffing was because he threw a ton of it up. She didn’t tell me that he didn’t eat his food that morning. Or maybe she didn’t notice. Like I was gone for 48 hours. How did you royally fuck this up so bad.
I’m just so frustrated and angry and upset with myself. I don’t want to throw a domestic violence victim out on the street with no car, no house and an abusive boyfriend but I just don’t know if I can live with her anymore. I’m so angry. So so angry. I don’t even know what to say to her. I’m trying to give myself a few days to let my angry simmer but I just needed to rant about the whole situation.
Edit: Just to clarify. I have her on video breaking her finger so I know it wasn’t her boyfriend. But unfortunately that was my first thought.
This happened a couple years ago obviously, but I think about it often.
To preface I am a 22 year old year old lesbian.
I saw the Elvis movie in the summer of 2022. I had seen the trailer for it a few weeks prior. I’m not a huge fan of Baz Lurhmann films but I gave it a chance. Little did a know it would send me into a months long spiral that would make me question my sanity.
After the movie I got up from the theater, went to my car and immediately called my dad. “Holy fuck that was incredible” was along the lines of what I said. He agreed but I don’t think he understood how much I enjoy the film. The directing, shots, cinematography, acting were all incredible. Austin Butler was infatuating. I had never seen someone so hot in my life. I genuinely felt like on of the girls at his concert. Filled with an untapped sexual desire.
That entire summer was filled with me trying to convince people to see the movie. I BEGGED my friends to see it. Saying that it was the best movie they would ever see. They indulged me but none of them saw the movie the way I saw it. I became a regular at my local theater. Spent HUNDREDS of dollars on tickets, food and drink.
I genuinely thought this movie was going to sweep the Oscar’s (it didn’t).
I watched it 12 times in theaters. I listened to the album constantly. I became obsessed with Elvis. I bought all his vinyl records. I over looked all his weird quirks and icky sexual exploits with a 14 year old. I lied to my friends saying I always been obsessed with Elvis (that was a lie). I watched every interview, TV appearance, street video of Austin Butler. I felt feral for the man. A sexual desire I hadn’t had before. I went into depressive episodes about how I was never going to achieve the same type of fame as Elvis. I was never going to be viewed with such admiration as him. I would never have women be obsessed with me like that.
Needless to say this movie fucked. me. up. I looked at box office numbers almost daily WAITING for it to make a billion dollars. It never did. The minute it came out on digital I paid 40$ to have it downloaded on my phone.
I never watched it after that summer. And I haven’t seen it since.
I try to watch the movie now but it isn’t nearly as good as I remember. Doesn’t hit the same way and is almost cringe at times. I don’t know if my frontal lobe developed or if I had a mental episode that summer or what. I look back on that time and go “what the fuck was I on”. Couldn’t tell you. Austin Butler is fine I guess. Elvis is a good singer but kind of a weirdo. The movie will always have a special place in my heart but NEVER like it did this summer of ‘22. I felt like a feral cat.
A movie has never done this to me before and nothing like it has happened since.
Needless to say I’ve chilled a little bit. I don’t even find Austin butler that attractive anymore. I call the growth.
Hello. I’ve been going on a date with this person for a month. This is the longest I’ve ever dated someone in 7 years. I alway call it off after date three. We’re on date four but I feel like I’m not feeling sparks. But I also can’t tell if it’s my OCD convincing me out of a relationship. How do you know if they’re the right person when your brain tells you they might not be.
This one really fucked me up. Last night I had a dream that I was coughing up blood and essentially my dad told me that I had about a day left to live and that I was going into hospice. I remember crying to him about it that I wasn’t ready and that I had so much left to do. Then for my last day this girl that I’ve been seeing (not gf just going on dates with) took me out for my “last day”.
Made me really overwhelmed about worried about how I would spend my last day if I had 24 hours. I think I would be at peace with my life but maybe my dream is saying something else.
Hello everyone. I’m a 27 years old (F) and my roommate is also 27 (F). We’ve been living together for 6 months. We vibe very well. She’s very clean, cordial, respects the property and overall is a genuinely nice person.
My father owns the house. I need a roommate to help pay the mortgage. So she pays me half and then I pay my dad the entire mortgage each month.
A couple months ago she lost her job and I was fronting the bill for a while (like 3 months). Which is fine. I get people are in financial hardships right now and I don’t want to be the type of person that kicks someone out because they can pay rent especially if they’re good for it.
Now she’s got a new job and it seems to be going well. She paid me all the back logged money and she’s been paying me on time so it’s been fine.
However, she also has a boyfriend who is physically abusive to her. I put up with it because she’s an adult and she can do what she wants. I gave her options to leave the relationship but she didn’t want to. Again she’s an adult I can’t make her leave this pile of garbage but it is what it is.
Everything was fine until I overheard him hitting her in my house. That’s where I drew the line. I set up a strict rule that he can only be in the house 3 days a week. I also said if I heard it again I would be calling police. This has been met with some resistance mainly because he lives with his brother and doesn’t have a house on his own. So for the past few months he’s basically been spending almost every night at my house. Which was fine until he started thinking it was okay to hit my roommate IN MY HOUSE.
Now I’m in this weird rock and a hard place. Because it seems that the 3 nights a week rule has been really hard to follow. I basically said that he would have to pay me 100$ a night over the 3 night limit. But I feel like it’s still not being followed and I also feel like a mom enforcing all these rules. She’s a grown adult and I don’t want to police her life but I feel like this is a boundary I’m not willing to give up especially for a piece of shit human being like her boyfriend.
So I either kick a domestic violence victim to the curb and subject her to possibly moving in with her abusive boyfriend who she’s terrified to leave or I let her stay in my house and risk potentially putting my life and my pets lives at risk.
I’m really seeking advice to get more perspective. I’ve never had anyone in my life be physically abused and I can’t tell if I’m doing the right thing or not. I feel like an asshole trying to enforce this rule and maybe I’m overstepping. If anyone had experience or advice it would be really appreciative!
I’m so bad at math and I’m making an educational video please help.
I genuinely never thought I would ever have to make this post.
Preface I am a lesbian that lives in the Midwest. I’m more masculine and I would say I’m of average attractiveness maybe a little above for Midwest standards but nothing crazy. I’m not going to be a model anytime soon.
I have a strict rule that I don’t date friends. I’ve seen how complicated it gets and I’m just not into it. I also like being single. I like my life. Would I like to have a partner? Yes that would be nice but I’m not seeking it out. I also have a very low libido so I don’t actively seek out sex either. I’m
Lately it just seems like every one of my friends have confessed their love for me. And I’m so over it. I don’t have a lot of friends where I live b/c every time I get a new friend they think it’s turning into something more and when I make it clear that it isn’t they ghost me.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve caused two divorces b/c they said I was their sexual awakening.
And I’m not trying to brag I genuinely don’t care and honestly it’s frustrating b/c I feel like I’m missing out on genuine friendship because they all want to sleep with me. I don’t understand why friendship always has to lead to something more.
Does anyone else have this issue? Especially lesbians. How did you fix it?