r/TalesfromtheDogHouse

Hi all, I desperately need to get this off of my chest. My husband and I have been together 6 years, the dog was 2 when we got together. I used to like dogs as I was raised with them, but my resentment has grew over the years, especially after I had my children. My husbands dog is a 9 year old shit bull (pitbull) and lab mix, he found her in a trash can as a puppy. She is a morbidly obese, stupid bitch. She is so bitchy and has bitten me before because I tried to get the blanket she was lying on so I could take it to the washing machine. She has went after a neighbor’s young girl before because she was walking down the street, and nearly attacked a man that was walking his dog down the street. She is has a terrible mean streak and my husband thinks it’s funny. My husband insists on this bitch sleeping in our bed even though he knows I absolutely hate it because she smells terrible and snores so loudly that it keeps me awake. Here lately she’s been doing things that she knows better than doing, such as pissing and shitting in the house and getting in the trash because she’s a fat, greedy bitch. When I’ve tried to nicely communicate with him , he snaps and says I’m a terrible person because I hate dogs and that I’m a selfish bitch that never wants anyone else happy. I would love to leave him but currently cannot because I’m a SAHM with no income or friends/family to help. I don’t want to subject my children to homelessness, but I do have a plan for the future. The only thing that brings me peace is that this dog is so fat (I wish I could post a picture) her life span is shortened greatly. I don’t wish dogs harm, but I simply do not like them or want them in my presence.

Any thoughts from anyone around if my 'boogie man pattern' is a real life circumstance that keeps repeating..? Can't really walk away from my home environment ....Me, 43f, finding myself being forced to live with 2 dogs and I'm severely allergic to dogs, and cats grass smoke dust, I'm allergic to my neighborhood. This happened in my childhood from 5-15 yrs old and absolutely out of my control, Mom and abusive stepdad had me be the maid to our 2 cats and 2 dogs and household. Many hospital trips, couldn't breath. took 2 hours to get my breathing steady just this morning. My partner, of 8 years, is the one forcing me to live with them as he is adamant that they're not leaving, and he seems to be ok with me being jazzed out on medicines and not breathing well.... I understand that a seemingly easy answer would be to leave. Life circumstances do not make that so easy. Praying for miracles (cause I know they're real happenings. )

For me, this is a major negative pattern repeating where I'm supposed to be learning to stick up for myself. I have. And I do. In this current situation and on the morning of my 15th birthday - stood up to stepdad, no support from mom, and left. I have expressed and expressed and expressed. Not a good fit. I might die from not being able to breath. Pretty straight forward physical reality truths here. And he loves me...yet is choosing the dogs...I have calmly and clearly talked these aspects out loud with him. When I have asked if he is aware and ok with me suffering , he shows big eyes and says nothing. His actions are my answer. oblivious to my vessel's sensitivities. Feel like my only option is to ride it out to my death bed. Any input is appreciated as far as me not being placed below the worth of 2 dogs ....and if anyone can make sense of my partner's behaviors ..so confusing. Oh. Input about compromising and keeping the house clean- please do not waste my time here, as I've lived and breathed it since I was 4. I clean. He cleans. It does not reduce my body's allergic reactions, they are steadily getting thicker and worse(lungs, head, throat, whole body)

Advice thru out the past 4 months....spirit is wanting you to do something you don't want to...spirit wants you to lean in. I lean in. My heart loves regardless. I love and serve all while doing my best to take care of me. And everyday I am suffering. And imo, the 2 dogs are suffering as well, not living with a person who can be with them 24/7, they're being neglected imo and partner doesn't see that. I lean still. Take the medicines. Stay calm thru barely being able to get air in. Isolate myself in areas of the house not totally covered in dog hair.

Yesterday marks 4 months of them being with us and taking over my whole home/property and my partner it seems. Any hope for me with my guy?

I’m back again. Today my husband chewed me out because I lock his dog in the guest room when he leaves to go to work. I don’t care, maybe if you would train this big stinky lab dog then I wouldn’t have to. The dog literally is making my pregnancy a living hell. It keeps getting into the garbage can and I have to pick up all its mess. Barking all night so I don’t get sleep. It eats all of my stuff if I leave it for two seconds. I’m so tired of this and I just can’t stand this dog. I cry every day because of how destructive this dog is and I just want it gone. I’m at my breaking point I’m at the point where I’m giving my husband an ultimatum it’s either me or the dog. I’m fine with whatever he decides but if it’s the dog then I’m out of here. I can’t keep stressing every day and crying over this damn dog I can’t do it. I want to be as healthy as possible for my baby.

What do these foolish people usually catch from always putting their lips on these mutants? These clowns always have to kiss something, why not get a stuffed animal at least and kiss on that? Since they’re that pathetic. What diseases do they usually catch? My two sisters and my mom kisses on their pit bull boxer, but the oldest sister just has to do it every 5 damn minutes because she just can’t help it 🙄 says to the dog “you stink” then proceeds to kiss the dog.

Every place, room, somewhere where outside, they have to shake that damn body, even when they aren’t wet from playing in water or getting a bath, it’s like they do the shit on purpose, looking stupid as fuck while shaking, of course.

Years ago, my mom bought a puppy for the purpose of it being an emotional support animal for my brother with autism. I was young at the time so I obviously liked having a dog and found it special (although ive always been a cat person). My parents had it in training but gave up because of the prices, they were negligent ever since which has caused this animal to be too much for us.

A year and a half ago (roughly) my grandmother took the dog, no one minded and I for one loved it. Unfortunately my grandma passed last month and we have had to keep the dog since then. My mother believes this animal is traumatized due to the passing of my grandmother and she lets it do way too much ( ex. on occasion she takes it with her running errands, would let it SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS HER which is disgusting imo, just lets it freely walk around the house instead of setting up gates ). I hate living with this animal, its unsanitary and a burden to have.

I want her to rehome it so so so much, it is not getting the full care it should be receiving and I cannot always be the one doing it as I live with my father every other week and have my own things to get done as well. Ive been bringing this up to her for years and I think she feels morally just for keeping it, thinking its "part of the family". I have no idea how to properly bring this up to her again and knowing her she most likely wont listen anyways. Ive lived with animals all of my life, when I first experienced how wonderful it is to live somewhere with no pet hair, dirt, food, and whatever else it changed my view on owning pets as a whole.

So I've been married for 9 years to my wife. Up until a year ago it was just us and a cat. Life was perfect, our house was quiet and relaxing. But about 3 years ago my wife wanted to get a dog.

I don't particularly like dogs. They are loud, messy, destructive, and kinda gross.

I fought getting this dog for years, until my wife started to talk about how lonely she was.

I work 60-70 hours a week because I live in the capitalistic hellscape of the USA, so I broke and agreed to get the dog. A female samoyed.

The dog is adorable I will admit, but it does what dogs do, it pees in my house, destroys my stuff, and is just a lot of work.

It's been a year and I still find myself reminiscing about the time before the dog, about how quiet and relaxing my house was. And when the dog isn't in my home, I am genuinely relaxed. There are even days I don't even want to leave work because I know when I get home, I'll be on dog duty.

Today was a particularly bad day. I woke up very early for work, and about 3 hours into my day my wife calls me saying that the dog trainer, we bring our dog to once a week, found flees on my dog.

We give our dog flee and tick medication and do our best to keep the dog healthy, and I've spent alot on this dog.

I've brought up getting rid of the dog in the past with my wife but she won't hear it and doesn't like to talk about it. The one time I made progress on the topic she got very sad about giving up the dog.

I don't want my wife to be sad, but I can't stand owning a dog.

I’ve written on here I few times but I wanna talk about a situation that happened to me that I’ve talked on her before. I’m pregnant right now and my husband’s dog is making my life a living hell. Well I tried to vent about it on tik tok and another subreddit and got my ass chewed out. People were literally going as far as to say I hope you have a miscarriage or have an abortion because I said by the time that my baby gets here I’m getting rid of this damn dog. Why do people care more about replaceable animals than their fellow human. I’ve seen people say they’d much rather save their dog than to save a random baby. My husbands dog had worms which we are finally getting that fixed because i chewed his ass out, his dog keeps tripping me because he’s a big ass lab, his dog eats up my food if I set it down unattended, his dog barks in the middle of the night which I’m already having a hard time sleeping with this pregnancy and the dog ain’t making it better, the dog is always getting into the trash can which means I’m picking up trash 24/7, it drolls, it poops, it bites my babies clothes up, my clothes up, my babies bassinet, and he’s just a terror. I expressed my feelings about that and people had a hissy fit. I don’t get the appeal to dogs I never liked them and never will. Society needs to stop acting like dogs are children because they aren’t. They die in like 10 years and they aren’t a good investment. I hate seeing dogs in public especially in stores around produce. People expect you to say awww your dog is so cute but I purposely ignore dogs because they aren’t cute and I can’t stand them

I write to you my fellow non nutters about the massive step forward about the dog in this house. I apologise if it's a long post.

I've posted before about the issues I've had since I've moved in with my boyfriend. We had constant fights about it but we've discussed it prior to today and while he tried to understand we just weren't on the same page and the arguments continued. I felt I was insane. I felt horrid I felt anxious and I feared the state of my relationship. I was frustrated because this mutt only did these behaviours to me and wouldn't do it around others.

But slowly because I distanced my self from her, the behavior spread out to not just me having the issue with her. I felt maybe it's because I didn't baby her like my partners ex did.

Last few weeks though, she's stepped up from what she did to me to trashing rooms, been on tables, not listening to commands she knows in training, she also started slipping under the fence and harassing the people and kitties next door.

My partner has been steadily getting frustrated with her behaviour, we are now on the same page. He's done with her behavior and before he use to say about rehoming and I just couldn't let it happen as I know it would have hurt his son and also it would have strained our relationship more as he didn't understand my POV (again she only did it to me)

I heard him today saying if she keeps this behaviour up he will find her a new home and said to me he is getting sick of her to. I'm happy the behavior has been sighted and my feelings are known and accepted. But I still don't want to make a kid heartbroken, I don't want his child hurting over this, I wanted to be heard and maybe the behavior could be rectified by reenforced good training. I maybe living dog free soon and I feel so guilty for feeling happy about that fact when i know a child will be hurt.. Hence bittersweet post.

I'm happy my partner and I no longer need to argue about this damned dog but why couldn't she just be the decent "good" dog that others know and see, why does a child need to be hurt in this situation?

She's the reason I absolutely hate dogs and have a fear of them now, and I will maybe finally feel at ease in my partners home but it still comes with a heartbreaking price

Why should WE be the ones to accomodate for other peoples dogs?

I just went downstairs to get a yogurt cup (god forbid, right?) and as I walk over to the table- my stepsisters mutt barks at me for like 8 seconds straight.

(Context: he kept barking for like a good 5 seconds after he saw me.)

And I just kept yelling stop at it- because I'm sick and tired of just taking this noise pollution!

I turn to leave but my stepsister tells me to stay. She explains how me yelling just makes the dog think im playing. (And granted- dogs are stupid as hell, so that's probably true) but then she says I just have to talk to it!

I shouldnt NEED to speak to your mutt to be able to wak around in my own house freely! He's been with me and my family for years at this point! HE SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM!

But no- that's too much to ask right?

So again I ask. Why do WE have to be the ones to change to make it 'safer' for your mutt?

I just got out of the shower right? And of course- my dog barks at nothing again! So yknow what I do? I stomp on the tile(?) floor (with my heel because it's super loud and booming), and I keep doing that whenever he barks.

And it worked! The mutt shut up after a couple stomps. I don't care what anyone things- if a dog is barking, I will make noise back.

So my sister and her family has two dogs, and you can bet that she and her family are just like any other dog owner out there. Her dogs are her precious babies and her dearest sons (they’re both male if you give a dump).

Until today, her dogs were only allowed on the front, and not inside the house. But then my mom decided to install an air conditioner in the house for whenever it’s warm. Fair enough. Little would I realize, it was a trap.

Because now, my sister wants her dogs inside the house, and my mom, claiming to pick the “option that wouldn’t lead to fights” (I hope the quotations indicate that I was being very sarcastic), they are now allowed inside the house, leashless.

And if I dared bring it up, they would say that I am being “unreasonable” or “selfish” or “how come when I go to their house, I don’t ask them to leash their dogs”, conveniently forgetting that when I did, my sister and her family outright refused.

So now, my only “win” is that they aren’t allowed on the sofa or upstairs, but don’t be surprised if I make another post in the near future.

So yeah, F you sis! F your family! F your dogs, and F you mom! I cannot wait to be financial enough to move out and get my own place!

I’m done pretending like this mutt isn’t irritating tf out of me. My s/o has a rescue shitbull. Due to my living situation, I spend 80% of my time at their place. I cannot with this dog.

Every time I come through the door I’m being trampled & shredded apart by this massive animal. To the point of having permanent scars on my legs. My s/o refuses to cut the dogs nails because “she doesn’t like her nails being cut”. Okay? I don’t like being shredded apart by an 80lb beast.

At night, the dog will lay on the floor next to my side on the bed & snore & rip ass all night keeping me awake until 3am. During the day, she’ll follow us around & do the same shit.

When it’s time for her to go outside she’s, yet again, trampling the fuck out of me. Not only that, but she chokes herself on her own leash leaping down the stairs to be let outside.

The worst part? My s/o loves this dog more than anything (supposedly, you’d think loving your animal would mean training it better… but I guess not). Multiple times a day they’re groping this dog & kissing it on the mouth (right after I’ve just watched her go to town licking her ass), telling this dog it’s “so pretty” & “such a good girl”, etc. Half of the time, I feel like I’m begging for a fraction of affection that their shitbull mutt gets. Anytime we’ve had intimacy the dog is getting right in between us & ruining the moment. It’s gotten to the point that I don’t even bother to attempt any form of affection or intimacy because the dog always has to get involved one way or another.

I’m just so over the idolization of dogs. When did we start yearning for love & affection from animals & not our partners? Is this normal??

Currently laying sleepless next to my partner who’s spooning their dog after another day of fighting for even a smidge of the affection this dog gets. I woke up to my partner saying “Come here” thinking he was actually talking to me, only to realize he was grabbing the dog so they could cuddle and kiss. I feel sick and think this is my breaking point.

Anyone who says dogs aren’t manipulative is lying. I don’t think dogs are capable of feeling the range of human emotions that the dog-obsessed project onto them (guilt, “unconditional love,”) but they will absolutely do anything needed to get food or assert dominance - all they care about.

I was relaxing in bed when my partner was in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Their dog was in bed on the other side (gross, I know, but I tried to pick my battles). The dog suddenly jerked toward me like he had just seen something. He was pawing at the bed doing that digging thing dogs do and trying to shove his face under the pillow I was laying on. He’s actually a pretty calm dog usually so I thought maybe he saw something, like a bug. I stood up out of bed, getting ready to lift the pillow to try and see what had him worked up. As soon as I did, he immediately calmed down and curled up in the spot I had just been laying in like nothing had happened.

I thought he was just scared of something he saw but this dog was just trying to push me out and I fucking fell for it. This dog knew based on routine that my partner and I would likely try to cuddle or be intimate when he was back from brushing his teeth, and that couldn’t be allowed to fucking happen, now could it?

I went to tell my partner, who never believes me when I say the dog does not want me around and is so clearly resource guarding (this dog darts in between us when we try to get close, uses his head to shove my head out of the way when I try to cuddle with my partner, and generally goes crazy when we try to be intimate). My partner went into the bedroom and simply cooed at how cute the dog looked curled up in my spot.

I’m so done. I’ve communicated about this. I‘ve been honest about how being shoved aside for a dog (sometimes literally) makes me feel. I’ve made so much effort. I’ve tried to bond with this dog that fucking hates me. I’ve been told over and over that I’m the priority and that feeling like a third wheel is all in my head.

But what person who feels that way would choose to cuddle with their dog instead of their partner? Why would they consistently let their dog get in the way of their human relationships?

I’m done trying to build a partnership with someone who already has one. I’m done making an effort. I’m done feeling guilty for these feelings because everyone tells me that being “jealous of a dog” is ridiculous.

I‘m not going to spend my life fighting for dominance with a dog, especially when the prize is someone who is indifferent to my presence because their heart already belongs to their dog. I deserve more.

The sad thing is I’ve run into this relationship dynamic multiple times now and I had reasons to think this one would be different.

If you’re reading this, please be gentle with me. I’ve already admonished myself for not leaving earlier. I am feeling so low from loving so fully and openly and trying so hard to be a good partner and knowing that I will always come in second to a dog. I feel like shit right now but I’m also so excited to build myself back up again and to know that I don’t have to settle for feeling like this.

I’d rather be alone forever than be a third wheel to a dog.

My mom is out of town for the week and I’m responsible for watching the animals.

Shes so annoying her breath stinks so bad, she’s a 16 y/o tiny yorkie poo. Gross. I used to like her when I was young, but over the years she’s become extremely unlikable and harder to take care of.

It’s been DAYS since she’s gone piss or shit. Every time I open the door and try to let her go potty she just sits and stares at me like I’m some idiot. (I have to do this every 3 hours). She hasn’t let me known she wants to go potty either, she’ll usually scratch the floor or whine if she needs to go.

I ended up having to pick her fragile osteoporosis body up, and bring her outside, and guess what? Nothing. Just sat there staring at me like it’s her first day on earth. I end up doing this every 3 hours and still nothing.

I went into my mom’s room this morning and this dumb dog left me a sweet surprise on the floor. A giant puddle of piss, oh but it gets worse. ITS ON THE CARPET.

What the hell!!!! Is she trying to revolt against me or something because she misses my mom? I swear She literally thinks my mom is God. Ugh. I’m tired.

I'm in my late 20s, and I still live at home with my family. About 7 years ago, right after I finished my freshman year of college, my Mom decided for some reason that she needed to get a giant purebred German Shepherd. This dog has made my life generally miserable throughout the years we've had her because she's super misbehaved: barks at everything outside, constantly wants to play, constantly wants to go outside just to come right back inside, is really aggressive if anyone visits, etc.

However, over the past year it has gotten even worse because I've been sorta struggling with moderate anxiety and the dog triggers it. I've been having some health issues in general this year that I'm still getting investigated, but it seems like I suddenly developed a combo of IBS and a headache disorder that love to trigger each other, and be triggered by stress. Oh and also, dysbiosis (an unbalanced gut microbiome) from being on antibiotics too. So in other words, I've been having quite a few "bad" days where I just generally feel unwell (although slowly I seem to be getting better thankfully).

Having this giant dog is making my anxiety issues so much worse now because of how unpredictable, loud, and impossible to calm down she is. In-particular, sometimes I get too anxious to sleep easily if I'm left alone with the dog because the dog has a tendency to freak out until like 2am whenever my Mom is away on a business trip or whatever.

I (29f) moved in with my boyfriend (32m) along with his two dogs from a previous relationship. I always considered myself a pet person I love cats and I’m okay with dogs. But being around these dogs have made me start to dislike dogs. The first instance was when one his dog’s crashed into my leg sending me to the floor and resulting in getting staples on my head (accidents happen), the older dog has been getting doggy dementia that has resulted in her barking at random times from 5AM to 6 AM every single day, and with that came inconsistent poop and pee. The older dog has pooped and pee throughout our apartment that I can’t take off my shoes as I am scared to find poop or pee. I have reached this breaking point between his alcoholism and the dogs it just feels like a losing battle ( I finally asked him how important dogs are for him and if he would want a dog forever and he said yes and I finally told him I don’t ever want another dog after the youngest one has passed away) he then proceed to say that I need to chill out, but I am speaking my truth

EDIT: thank you all for your kind feedback and for taking the time to express your concerns. I hear you all, and it’s time for me to move on. Going to see an apartment to rent in a few hours.

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 move 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 13yo 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 hope he loves me, I know hope 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!

Just to clarify beforehand, I’ve never supported or wanted to get a dog.

It’s been three years since my parents got a dog. I feel like I’ve been tortured for three years. Living with this fucking dog is so fucking insufferable it honestly just makes me want to kill myself. Everyday of my life since they got that dog has just been me dreading its next bark. Everytime I hear that dog bark, which it does every fucking day like any other dog, I get a fucking heart attack, I start sweating, my body giving a ptsd-like response. Even if the bark is very subtle and kind of distant, I still get the response. I never reacted to barks like this before they got this demon. I used to be mostly fine when hearing dogs bark even though I didn’t really like hearing it to begin with. With one being in my own home, it’s even louder and more piercing than ever. This ptsd-like condition has gotten so bad that many everyday sounds that even remotely sound like a dog bark triggers the same response. This developed extremely early on, within the first few months of having that demon. I’ve been telling them about this since then until now yet everytime I do, they always shoot me down by saying stupid ass shit like “it’s normal for dogs to bark” or “he’s just protecting our house” and treat it like I’m the crazy one. Do they think that I don’t think it’s normal? Of course I fucking know that. Do they think that changes anything? By their logic, if they knew that “it’s normal for serial killers to kill people”, it would be fine and those who think otherwise would be crazy. Their claim that it's “protecting our house” is also not even remotely true. Almost 100% of its barks are ALWAYS directed at random ass cars driving by, some random person walking by (sometimes even from far away), some small animal like a squirrel or cat, a fucking airplane flying by, or its just fucking bored and trying to get attention, which it doesn’t even deserve in the first place. Not only are the barks complete insanity fuel, but it also ruins every fucking thing I enjoy. I don’t know if anyone else can relate, but many times how I experience something affects what I remember when I think of it. Ever since that demon dog arrived, I find myself resisting enjoying my hobbies. If I indulge during the day, and the dog suddenly barked, sometimes constantly, there’s a high chance I will remember the dog and the barking when I think of or see the thing I indulge in at the time, which would tie it to the stupid fucking dog, reminding me of the torture my parents make me live through. It drove me to sleep later at night since it’s the only time I don’t have to worry about the dog barking and ruining my enjoyment. This obviously reduced my sleep and they always blame me for it. They act like I’m doing it on purpose or because I “think it’s cool” to sleep this late then proceed to tell me to sleep earlier even though they know exactly why I’m doing it. I also can’t even go out to play in our house’s pool because of the demon’s barking. It always wants to go out as well even though it doesn’t even go in for long. If we take it out, it’ll only be in there for a little and either bark at airplanes flying over our house, our neighbours for talking, or us for having fun and it not being part of it even though it refuses to get far into the pool. What a fucking brat of a fucking dog. If we leave it inside, it’ll bark at us for having fun outside without it, or at my parents to get them to get it outside. All of it can be heard outside as well. I also have to fear it barking at fireworks or thunder. I used to be completely fine with both, but ever since that demon came into our house, I dread them.
It’s not just the barking that’s miserable to deal with. The dog itself is also fucking disgusting. My parents let the dog on their bed, which is gross as hell. They treat wearing shoes on the bed worse than the dog on it (We normally don’t wear shoes on bed). The shoes we wear at home are only worn at home, so the only “dirty stuff” getting on the bed is whatever’s on the floor. The dog on the other hand is a walking filth sponge. It steps outside on dirt and shit, it rolls on grass, etc. They say they wipe it, but it also lays on the floor of our house a lot, after which it’s never wiped, yet they still let it on their bed. It’s the exact same as our shoes, worse even, yet they’re completely fine with it. Additionally, its fur is all over the fucking place. Outside of my room, there’s way more since they let it roam wherever the fuck it wants. I never let its shit covered ass in my room, yet I still have a bit of its fur in my room and on my clothes from being around it. It’s so fucking nasty. My parents used to be and still are clean freaks, yet since they got the dog, I feel they completely lost their sense of cleanliness. Its saliva too, utterly disgusting. Wherever it lays in our house, a puddle of saliva appears. When it barks, often into a window, the window gets covered in its saliva. It also always licks its own nose, which it sticks into and onto every fucking thing it sees. It also always sticks its nose in our ass like all dogs, which is so fucking uncomfortable and nasty. 
Its behaviour is also unbearable. Like other dogs, it gets defensive with its own food. Yet when it comes to our food, it drools like crazy with droops of saliva forming at its mouth begging for our food. The hypocrisy is insane. It also always wants to go with us when we leave to go somewhere. It ended up making so many dents and holes in our car, and shed a shit ton of fur on the car. It’s disgusting to even be in it now. I prefer to walk anyway though.
This demon also bit my sister at least three times already. She also loves the dog for some fucking reason, even after all that. She and my parents refused to take my sister to the doctor to check on the bite out of fear that the fucking dog would be taken away or put down like it should have long ago. My parents are trying to protect the dog that bit their own child three times, and my sister is trying to protect what bit her three times. They’re completely blinded by their love for that demon. They say they have “thought about leaving it”, but they never take enough action. The most they did is just open the door and let it leave on its own, but it doesn’t. I mean, who the fuck would leave the place and people that gives it free food and a decent place to sleep unless forced to? They didn’t force it out, so it stayed. Their claim that they have “thought about leaving it” is completely half assed. I told my mom about them being blinded by their love for the dog. She denied it, yet proceeded to talk about how she thought the dog was too cute to leave, which is just another way to say “I love it too much to leave”. I’ve been telling them to leave it since the first few months when they didn’t love it as much, yet they’ve always been using the same excuse “But I love it”. This just tells me they love it more than me, their own biological child. They aren’t willing to leave an adopted dog for their own child's sake.
What pisses me off even more is that my mom once claimed that she’s “also a victim” because she also originally didn’t want to get a dog. It was my dad and sister who wanted it. She isn’t a victim, she was a victim. She completely changed sides. She gives it more attention than me or my sister. She’s treating it like a replacement to us. She says it's because I’m always locked in my room and that she feels like she isn’t needed, but she knows exactly why I’m always locked in my room since I’ve told her several times: because of the fucking dog. I’ve seen others also report feeling like they were being replaced, so I’m definitely not the only one. As they themselves say, if one person says it, it may not be true, but if many people do, it might be. 
I always have to plug my ears with earbuds blasting raining sounds to at the very least dampen or mute the bark sounds in my own home. Whenever they see it, they act like I’m doing something wrong for doing it. They know exactly why, but they act like I’m in the wrong for trying to protect myself. They also always yell at me for reacting to the dog’s bark, which just makes it even worse.
All of this just makes it completely miserable to be at home. Whenever they leave the house with the dog, it makes me feel at ease and allows me to actually relax for once in my own home. The dog being at home makes it impossible for me to relax in my own home. Being outside or at school honestly feels better than being at home now because I don’t have to stress about the fucking dog barking 24/7. My parents completely ruined my life and still defend it and act like they don’t know why I feel what I feel when I’ve told them several times. I still have to bear this for a year or two before I finally get a chance to leave the house. About 5 years minimum of what’s effectively domestic torture. My parents always tell me how I should be happy about my life since they had to endure tougher conditions when they were kids. Oh, yes, I’m sure so thankful and grateful that you are putting me through torture and acting like you aren’t while I remain powerless to escape it.

For some background, my brother offered me a room to live with him and his gf to help me out which I’m eternally grateful for. He’s the best brother ever. But he has a dog that I hate with every fiber of my being. It even nipped me and I have a scar from it bc it randomly lunged at me after I came out of my room with food in my hand that it wanted. So that’s what really sparked my hatred.

Anyway fast forward a year, all I’ve done is ignore it and whenever it sits far away from me I walk up to it and drop a piece of chicken for it as a reward. And now, for the most part, it’s been ignoring me. I’m genuinely so happy. All I wanted was to be left alone and not have its face all up in my personal space, for it to not take my food, for it to just be anywhere but near me. So that’s that. That’s my success story. And I’m pretty happy with it.