r/TalesfromtheDogHouse

I spent an hour cooking a meal for my husband to have ready right when he got home from work. I know an hour isn’t that long, but with a newborn who wants to be held 24/7, even the simplest things can be hard to get done. Of course, the first thing he does when he gets home is say hi to the dog before anyone else, then take a shower before eating. I should’ve known something was going to happen, but I heard my baby crying and went to check on him.

About 15 minutes later, I heard a HUGE crash from the kitchen. We can all guess what happened: the dog knocked the pot right off the stove and helped himself to the entire meal I had just cooked. I genuinely thought the stove being hot would keep him away, but I was wrong. What bothers me most is that everyone seemed to find it funny and cute, even though the dog was the only one who got to enjoy the meal I spent an hour making. He gobbled the whole thing up in five minutes, and I’m still wondering why nobody stopped him.

Honestly, this makes me worry about the future. What happens when my baby starts crawling or walking? What if the dog gets jealous, knocks him down when he’s doing something cute, or steals his toys? Will everyone still find it cute then? Because to me, this isn’t just about a ruined meal. It’s about feeling like my effort doesn’t matter and worrying that people aren’t taking my concerns seriously when it comes to my baby’s safety.

My husband is pissing me off. If you read some of my other post I talk about how I’m pregnant and his dog is a straight menace. My husband wants to get rid of my animal I can’t say it on here but my animal is the 2nd most common pet ppl get. Well that animal has gotten me through loads of shit like depression and anxiety I don’t want to get rid of him. But I told him I’ll give my pet to my mom so I can frequently visit him. Well my annoying ass husband hates my pet he loves his nasty smelly rude Labrador that gets into everything and tears shit up and makes my pregnancy miserable. Like I told him no I’m not getting rid of my animal if your dumb ass dog stays here that’s not happening. Like I’ll get to the point to where I’ll purposely let that dog run away and never come back. He’s trying to fuck with me and be funny. He gets to keep that damn mutt but I have to give up my happiness for my animal THAT DOES NOTHING because he doesn’t like it. It ain’t happening like I said that dog will end up “missing” idc

I get really, really dark and violent thoughts. I would be locked up in a mental hospital so fucking fast if people could read my mind when I hear these disgusting creatures howl. Fucking hell. I hear them despite the earplugs, mind you. I hate them so much it's sick. Why are they even allowed in our society? Fucking disgusting demon spawns. I always read about people hating their barking, but holy shit, can we talk for a moment about the incessant howling? How is this even LEGAL? This make me go into nuclear rage so bad, holy hell.

Dog is not mine and can't do anything about it. Just a rant.

Let me just start off by saying that I’m really grateful to have found this community - I thought that I was going insane. On a second note, why are so many men dognutters? Some of the stories I read here are WILD.

I got a great job offer abroad and moved - my fiancee moved in a few months later with her dog. At time, back in our home country, things worked well and I was so preoccupied at the time with establishing myself in a new country and city that I didn’t even consider the consequences of allowing her to bring her dog.

This dog is a mess. A rescue mutt, around 9kg, extremely “reactive” because she is “traumatised”. My fiancee is completely obsessed with this dog and not only has it been extremely frustrating for reasons that I will explain below, but it has also started giving me the ick.

- We cannot travel. No dog hotels will take this mutt because it’s reactive and won’t shut up, but it also attacked three pet sitters that we attempted to hire. As a consequence, we have been stuck in this city for 3 years - no travel anywhere, not even a weekend getaway.

- We can’t have guests over because the dog will freak out and won’t shut up, as a result our social life is practically dead.

- Our whole lives and schedules revolve around this dog. My fiancee will freak out if she doesn’t walk it twice a day, so we can’t go out and spend the afternoon, have dinner and drinks because we must go home to walk the dog.

- The dog has ruined a couch, it destroyed my passport.

- She has “separation anxiety”, so the dog will be a nuisance to neighbours and freak out whenever we dare to leave our apartment.

- My fiancee constantly talks about this dog. Constantly seeks validation regarding the dog. It was a major effort from my end to keep the dog out of our bedroom. Constantly sends me pictures of the dog, even though I ignore it.

- Sometimes she will come up with excuses for me to walk this burden and I, like an idiot, fall for it. “I’m on my period”, “I’m not feeling well”

I find it absolutely disgusting and I can no longer hide my complete disdain and dislike for this dog. I’m preparing to offer her an ultimatum at the end of the year. The dog gets to go back to our home country and stay with her mother, or I’m calling off this engagement, moving out and she can do whatever she wants with the dog.

Things worked when we were in our home country, because the dog could just stay with her mother constantly. I never even thought that this would end up being such a huge part of my life and such a fucking nightmare.

Whenever I bring my deep unhappiness or dislike over our current arrangement and I lament how small our lives together have become because of this dog and her obsession with it, she immediately gets extremely hostile and argumentative. This dog is her religion.

I am bitter, I am resentful, I am tired and I am lonely and I am just about done with this smelly, useless, stupid ball and chain of a beast and her unnatural ick inducing attachment to it.

I am young (31) and can still come back from this. Her decision I guess. I am done

me & my boyfriend have been living together for a year now in my apartment, I had 2 cats , he had 1 and we adopted two more , so now it’s 5 . He also had his own dog which used to stay at his parents house , the thing is …the parents didn’t want the dog in their place anymore so my bf begged me literally to take her in ( as a trial ), in the beginning I said no but finally I told him I was willing to try , my biggest fears were the barking and that she was going to harm the cats ,none of this happened , I mean she barks but not constantly.
She moved in with us like 2 months ago and she’s been driving me crazy bc she stinks soooo bad ,she has several skin conditions and I live in an apartment so the smell travels around the place , it was irritating me so much that I was being kind of mean to my bf bc I was getting so overstimulated with the smell . So last week I told him I couldn’t live her and that I was not compatible with her , he asked me why ? And I said the smell primarily but honestly I cannot get used to living with a dog . He said he was hurt but he wasn’t mad at me and that I was giving him a logistic nightmare cause thats her daughter and now what is he supposed to do ?, I told him I was not telling him to take care of it right away that I could wait months if he wanted to but long term I didn’t think I would be able to cope with it cause dog energy + smell it’s just too much for me . We left it there and then like two days later I felt him being weird towards me and I know this is wrong but I went through his phone , well his chat gpt specifically … we have plans of getting married next year and I found messages of him venting and saying that he didn’t think he could marry someone that doesn’t like dogs and that he was thinking about breaking up with me and moving by himself. So after I saw this I went into crisis mode and I ended up backing down and telling him the dog can stay but he needs to clean her at least twice a week , he agreed and was really thankful and happy.BUT she still stinks , she lays on my carpet follow me around like I’m supposed to pet her ughhhh , I was thinking alright since I have to live with this smell the whole day now you are going to have to smell it too , so my plan is to marinate all of his work shirts on the dog bed so if I’m smelling it , he’s smelling it too . Tbh this is driving me crazy

Yet another pit bull mutt showed up in my local feed needing a new home because (insert lie here). No, this dog is not a rare xxx breed. Lots of breeds have that coat color. You said you got it at a shelter. I live in a large metro area. It’s obviously a pit bull mix. Why lie about it?

I just got told that my stepsister (and that horrid dog that barks ALL THE TIME) has moved out!

I literally told my family I was relieved. But then/ just minutes ago- i get told shes coming back.

Not permanately- only for visite (which- i digress- they have mentioned before)

But holy fuck. When will my parents understand that im starting to genuinely hate her??? And her yapping mutt???

Lost count how many times it's happened at this point. I'm halfway through a meal when I find a disgusting dog hair in my food. I can only imagine how many I've consumed at this point without catching them. It's gotten to the point where it's a toss up whether I walk away in disgust or just keep fucking eating it because what else am I going to do, and because god forbid I complain about it, then I'm the fucking bad guy. I just want to live in a normal clean house and eat non-contaminated food but clearly I'm lower on the totem pole than my wife's furry little boyfriend. I literally told her tonight "wash your hands" as she insists on handling the dog in the middle of cooking, and she has the gall to snap at me "YOU wash YOUR hands" (this is a 40 year old woman not a 10 year old btw). Like I've committed some horrible cruelty by asking her to keep her hands clean and not cover herself in dog hair while in the middle of cooking. And lo and behold, there's the fucking dog hair in my food. I started deep cleaning the kitchen and telling the dog to get off the furniture, and she has the typical melt down, starting to pack her bags (like there's anywhere she can go with her precious dog, lol, good luck getting a hotel room) and finally deciding to "go for a walk or something." Yeah, okay, good riddance. How do these dog nutters live like this? I might as well be eating out of a dog bowl. The real irony is she's watching Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares the whole time. I told her Gordon should come here and see this kitchen. LOL. Oh and I had an E coli infection a month ago... gee I wonder why.