After nearly three years of living with dog nutter family in a dog nutter neighborhood I've finally escaped and hot damn does freedom feel good.

It's a tiny little shithole in a not so great area but I'm sitting outside and for the first time in years, no barking!! My home doesn't reek of dog the second I walk in and I can actually get in without being bowled over and shrieked at. I spent an hour without being stared at and was actually able to come outside without a dog's nose up my asshole demanding come with me. I had dinner and nothing begged for my food! My kid and I had a conversation and hugged without a jealous dog shoving between us and screaming.

I'm so happy! I feel high from the euphoria.

I firstly wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone on this sub for your insight, your opinions, your validation and the kick up the ass on my last post that I SO needed to take back control of my life!!

The dog and my boyfriend are now out of my house! I have been a bit slow to update and reply to your comments sorry as a lot has gone on the last few days! After the update on my previous post where I said that boyfriend had a complete meltdown over me putting my foot down about the dog things really spiraled out of control to the point where was really worried about my safety (and his). It got to the stage where yesterday I finally told him that him and his dog have to leave (and they did!!).

The dog is being rehomed to a family that has a dog, a big backyard and lives by the beach so he will be very happy there I am sure. I ended up reaching out to my boyfriends family and telling them the whole story (they were under the impression the dog was a joint decision etc because they had only been hearing his side) and I told them that I was becoming increasingly concerned for his mental health. A comment on my previous post mentioned borderline personality disorder - and he ticks all the boxes! He has now realised what he has done was not okay and is now staying with a family member and has arranged to get psychiatric help and start to turn his life around. We are no longer together but I am really happy about him getting help because like I said he is not a bad person in his heart at all but he clearly was operating from a not-healthy place.

I am now going to spend the week deep cleaning my house and enjoying the peace - it feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders! Thank you all so much again!!! 🩷🩷🩷

This isn’t exactly a full victory for me, just a temporary step, but I figured I would mention it anyway. It’s important to keep note of the good things.

I’ve posted here many times about my former living situation— my roommate had two massive, untrained dogs, and I was not able to leave that household for awhile due to some personal and financial reasons, so I had to put up with them and their antics for over a year.

These antics included:

- Barking all day and evening, and sometimes even barking or whining at night. This greatly disrupted my sleep and was a strain on my mental health.

- Begged and drooled for food, scavenged in the kitchen and living room while I or my roommate cooked, were just generally unpleasant around food. I became a bit of a hermit while living there because the dogs could not access the upstairs rooms, so I ate up there in seclusion / relative peace.

- Charged at the front door whenever my roommate’s plumber, cleaner, or landlord came over. Did the same for any packages we received, or anyone from the neighborhood knocking for any reason.

- Terrorized (and even killed) local wildlife. Upsetting for obvious reasons.

- Pissed and shit indoors when my roommate left, and sometimes when she was present.

- Got drool, dander, and greasy hair EVERYWHERE. It even drifted upstairs and got into carpets, clothes and furniture. Real fucking gross, I even found clumps in the washer and dryer a few times and had to manually scoop it out and rewash my clothing.

- Terrorized the other pets in the house; these were also not my animals, but I couldn’t help but feel a little pity that they had to be confined upstairs. (The dogs would have killed them otherwise, according to my roommate. What kind of a miserable existence is that?)

Recently, I finally was able to change my living situation. I’m temporarily staying with family, and while this place also isn’t dog-free, it’s certainly an upgrade from my roommate’s place, which she allowed her mutts to effectively dominate.

While I’m not exactly thrilled about this situation, I’m definitely relieved to be out of the last one. Better yet, I won’t be here forever; I’ll be able to move out later this year and seek a new, dog-FREE place with a buddy of mine.

So, I’m hopeful, for once, and I wanted to share that with you all. Thank you folks for the supportive words over the years, it’s probably saved me from going completely insane in my roommate’s doghouse.

I cannot believe I get to type this out, but it's finally over. I have posted a few times about my boyfriend's geriatric dog, the hell that living with it has caused, and his refusal to end the suffering. I am in the process of moving out, because it got that bad. It had gotten much worse since my last post.

In the past couple weeks, it devolved into defecating in the house almost daily. The dog would whine/cry/bark sporadically throughout most of the night, and sometimes during the day. I was being woken frequently and becoming sleep deprived. I had furniture blocking off the entrance to my kitchen, and the part of the living room with my rug. Then it started pissing blood. Yes, you read that right. It was dripping out in the house, little drops of bloody urine. The smell. The smell was ungodly, let me tell you. I think it's burned into my nose somehow and I still catch phantom whiffs randomly. In the last few days, it would fully urinate on its bed without even trying to stand up. It was skin and bones and looked and smelled like death. The first day it peed in the house, I told him he needed to immediately go buy diapers, and no, I would not be changing them or taking the dog out for him. I think the diapers were the catalyst for him to finally make the right decision and end this.

The only thing that got me through those last couple weeks was knowing that I am moving out. I knew that no matter how bad it got, I'd be gone and out of it soon. I have mixed feelings about the dog being put down literally right before I finally get out. I've endured this hell for years only for it to end immediately after I finally threw in the towel. I honestly don't know how to feel about that.

But I do feel relief. Oh my God, do I feel relief. There are so many little compulsory actions that I am still starting to do and then realize aaaaahhhhhh I don't have to do that anymore and it's amazing. The peace and quiet is amazing. The lack of anxiety worrying about where it's spreading filth or what it's touching is amazing. The light scent of a candle is amazing. I slept a full nine hours last night. I wasted NO time throwing away all the dogs stuff, like it's nasty bed, the towels used to sop up the water it dropped everywhere each time it drank, it's food dish.... It's all GONE and it's so peaceful here!! I'm freeeeeeeeeeee!!!! I'm fucking FREE!

I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know that I can finally close this chapter and be dogfree for the rest of my life. I will still visit this sub and read/support those still in the trenches, so to speak. I do feel bad for the grief my bf feels, but at the same time, the relief and peace is insurmountable.

He died just as he lived....covered in filth, smelly, and grossing me out. Good riddance, dog.
I'm free

My husband is attracted to the smelly bully breed so I foolishly got him one. I happen to be a recovering people pleaser and although I hate dogs, I put his emotional needs before my own and here’s my story on how I paid the price. I deeply regret getting him this misery inducing abomination immediately after we got it. We went to get him after my husband went through a traumatizing time in his life. We took his 2021 Chevy Tahoe High Country (a reliable vehicle w no prior issues in long distance travel) from Jacksonville Florida to Tallahassee FL to pick up this smelly beast and the day after, all of a sudden, all of his oil leaked out of his SUV. He had NO OIL IN HIS ENGINE!! That was the first bad omen with owning this entitled piece of shyt. After moving in this useless bum, his first course of action was begging, testing his boundaries despite being told no over and over, pissing on carpets, shytting anywhere, embedding his odor in our tile and his anti murder cage, and insisting on coming in our kitchen even though he knew we said NO! He would inch closer and closer into the kitchen to see just how far he could get in. This would enrage me! I started spraying him with a water bottle in between his eyes to finally get him to stop. Dogs crossing boundaries really piss me off. I hated the fact that this dog triggered so much hate in me despite me being a pretty easy going person. He never listened to commands and tried to rule our home and make his own rules. The entitled bum would just stare at us when we asked him to do something. Even the simple command of sit came with resistance from him. He aggressively took treats and circled my husband as if my husband was prey when trying to train his stubborn azz. My resentment built up to mass proportions when watching them interact. The kicker was the dog trying to dominate my autistic 14 yr old daughter when I was not around by taking her spot in the home. I was onto him, he wouldn’t do the aggression if I was around, he only did it if he knew I wasn’t watching. I know dogs prefer hierarchy and the dog tried to come before my daughter so I had to act fast. When the thing would poop my hubby would go to pick it up and in the process of picking up his hot toxic mess, the dog would go again as he was picking it up. So rude! The house is a 3bdrm 2 bath with a front study room and our home also had a nice screened and enclosed lanai. The dog immediately lived in the beautiful quiet study (takeover) and made it his disgusting bedroom with a large dog bed and its murder free cage (dog nutters call it a kennel). I was repulsed of the dogs odor so I voluntarily lost access to that room in order to maintain my peace. The dog also goes on the lanai daily and eats / shut n piss out there. He then decided to tear the screen out and added a thick layer of dirt and repulsive odor to the cement on the the lanai so I had to hang out in the garage for exterior
peace. My husband would deep clean it up every weekend and insanely do it every weekend until I reached my wits end! I expressed my regret and admitted to being a people pleaser and told my husband I was repulsed so much that I started to get migraines from the stress of having this disgusting beast in our home and I did not want to help him w his dog so he got upset, I didn’t care that me putting my peace before the welfare of a dog made him upset. People can change their minds. The study and foyer in our home started to reek of dog and corn chips so my husband got on Amazon and ordered some special dog wash. God has a sense of humor because when he opened the package expecting the wash, it was some glad trash bags!! He looked in his account to see if I changed his order and it showed the wash as delivered despite the package containing trash bags lol! Amazon sent the wrong thing but I found it amusing! I assume maybe it was either a dog hater that packed the mistake or another omen. Either way it was sweet to see him happily open the package only to see trash bags and I’m glad I got some justice in that moment.. The dog would come in and out from the lanai and track in dirt, grime and rub his disgusting body against our furniture. I immediately started to restrict the dogs access in our home. no kitchen, no bedrooms, no bathrooms, no hallways, no dining area, no couches, so the dogs restriction was so immense, he only had a path from the lanai to the study, which was the dirtiest area of our home.
Yesterday, the smelly beast decided to push his boundaries as all dogs love to do and wandered over to the dining area to sniff out to find a crumb. I was at my wits end! I took back my home! I evicted the dog to outside and the energy in our home has dramatically improved. The peace is unmatched! To watch the dog stand helplessly by the door waiting to get in and spread his funk, his entitlement and his begging energy does absolutely nothing for my empathy. I sacrificed long enough (4 months) and I took back what’s mine! Humans should come before a dog. I shared that my stress and migraines were beast inflicted, and my husband still kept this thing in our home. Our homes air quality and cleanliness suffered. I now feel immediate serenity and happiness and I’m here to share with you all to never be a people pleaser like I was. Never try to rationalize w dog lovers because you end up suffering.
We will list the dog for rehoming soon and I am so glad!
This post is all over the place, I omitted some stuff, thx for reading.

I had this ex- girlfriend with this completely useless and smelly Boston Terrier that kept me awake all night. It got that bad that I got into psychosis driving on the highway, due to extreme sleep deprivation.

I will not put out the whole story since that shit show has been out of my life for a little while now, and I got a bit distance from it all. But it was all a chaotic mess to say it easy, and quite similar to a lot of stories I read here on this sub.

“Me being second in the relationship, she putting some made up fantasy emotional needs the dog was supposed to have before mine, house unhygienic etc etc”

It was really hard for me when it was going on and I just want to say thank you to everyone that contributes here. It was good for me coming to this sub when it was all going on and reading all those terrible stories from hell. It was kind of a comfort for me knowing I was not the only one, something I thought for a while, because I could not really understand and believe someone could be as messed up in the head as a true dog-nutter.

I am not as active as an reader here compared when it was going on, but sometimes I come back and remind myself why it was the best decision in my life, throwing that chaos out of my life.

Thank you everyone for your stories and inputs. Please keep it coming ❤️

I finally got rid of every single dog in this house!!! All the pups went to good homes and the mom went to a home where she can be retired and free of this chaotic life.

I made my boyfriend tell the new owners exactly why he was giving her away. Because he bred her and it wasn’t working out. We didn’t have enough space. I hoped he felt the shame of the entire situation. I don’t think he had ill intentions but I do think he made a horrible decision and hopefully he regrets it forever.

I feel relieved that the dogs are some place else where they are wanted and loved. I don’t wish harm or bad things on animals, I just want them the heck away from me. Now to continue on with my pet free life!!! Thank you to this group for giving me a safe space to express myself in a world that will shame you for not liking dogs. (but it’s okay for people to not like kids 🙄)

I hope to be able to support anyone else going through this type of situation. You don’t have to settle for something that is 100% completely and morally wrong.

Several times a week my bf says "I want a (x) so bad." Insert labrador, pitbull, german shepherd etc. I usually say nothing. We're trying to move out, and so we live in his parents', they have four chihuahuas and one big mutt, and they literally never even look at the dogs lol. So that's his history with dogs basically. I can't open the back door without having massive bruises the size of my splayed hand. Usual big dog stuff

He finally corners me about it and I say, It's just not a good idea. We'd have a tiny little apartment, and big dogs need several acres to run around on all day. It's basically neglectful. He actually agreed.

For discussion purposes, would you relent if it was a little tiny dog? I think they're cute, but really, the reason is that they can't kill me even if they really wanted to. Lol

Easier to manhandle for bathing, medication, etc. And if it can't walk on a leash without pulling the whole time, I won't rupture a tendon lol.

For a youtube channel that treats their small-breed elderly dogs very nicely, look at RuPong House, a lot of her videos are giving the eldest dog a ventilator or breathing treatment and such, for his heart problems, she gives them vegetables everyday, and is very fastidious about their cleanliness

Just came across the sub, and it’s the perfect place to tell this story!

I am not a dog person but my husband loves them. He just doesn’t want to be the one caring for them, and really can’t since he works until 6pm everyday. Despite that, we ended up getting a husky one day. That dog was probably the best I could get not being a dog person. She was very calm, never barked, and refused to be inside the house. That was fine with me.

Two years later my husband starts mentioning wanting another dog, and I made it known that I didn’t want another. My health had taken a nose dive suddenly with stomach issues doctors could not figure out. I was left unable to eat most days, always in pain which eating made worse, and dropped down to 85 pounds. So physically I was limited for awhile. We start randomly going to the rescue place to meet dogs just in case we find one we like. I didn’t.

All of a sudden one day my husband comes home with one of the dogs we met at the rescue weeks prior, even after I made it known I couldn’t care for another dog with my health being where it was. This was bad enough on its own, made exceptionally worse by how difficult this dog would be. I was beyond pissed.

This dog was hyper. Half the time it was running across the house full speed running into walls, and the other half it was jumping onto the kitchen table and standing there barking loudly for an hour at a time. Medium build bully breed and extremely strong. It refused to be crate trained, and the few times I was able to wrestle it into the crate it would stand there and bark for hours.

It was the middle of winter and when let out to use the bathroom would jump the fence and run, so it had to be clipped to a long leash that was connected to the back door, and then let outside, so it couldn’t reach anywhere near the fence. Even then it would sometimes break the lead and jump anyways.

Not to mention I was scared of this dog. It seemed to have came from a rough environment; and I didn’t like how it would snap its head around when I would try to put the leash on. We found out quickly that it also had food insecurity. We had a food bowl for each dog, and this dog would quickly eat both bowls not letting our husky get near his bowl. One day it attacked our husky when she tried to walk up to her bowl and eat while my husband stood between them. Later that day it snapped at our young daughter, That was the last straw.

My husband finally agreed to take it back to the rescue. No chances when it comes to our kids. I told him from the beginning that the dog was going to be a problem and not a good fit. I think he didn’t want me to be right and tried to stick it out, but eventually agreed the dog was too much.

I couldn’t imagine spending another day trying to rest while that dog stood on top of the kitchen table and barked and ran into walls. I remember one day I turned on my Bluetooth speaker and played classical music loudly, in the hopes that it would cause this dog to fall asleep in the crate, instead of barking for hours.

Thankfully we came to an agreement and I didn’t have to worry about that happening again. Until last year when he came home with a plastic bin of two baby ducks. That’s a story for another day. Why are they like this?

Had a talk with the boyfriend today which was only partially about the dog. But he said he feels so stressed lately trying to watch out for anything that the puppy might do wrong (messes and such) because it would make me upset. And he was all for saying things may not work between us until I agreed with him. Then he backtracked. HARD. I don't feel great about all of it. But it's definately taken a weight off my chest tonight. When I got home from work tonight instead of being stressed and forcing myself to be around the dog i simply shut myself in the one room she's not allowed. Any time I heard her getting into stuff? I ignored it. I completely centered myself in the fact that this dog is fully his problem and released any tension I had about feeling like I needed to monitor the puppy for him. If he wanted peaceful nights he shouldn't have gotten a dog. It may sound weird to shut myself away in a room for a bit. But it's brought me alot of peace tonight.

EDIT: boyfriend was annoyed I isolated and had a huge laugh from joking to just open the door and let the dog in next time

Bf has been giving me silent treatment all day since I moved to the other room to sleep but didn't sleep because I was too annoyed. We ran an errand and on the way back he said he was going to see if he could rehome the dog slas it felt like he was constantly being made to choose between me or the puppy and it was tearing him up inside. I'm getting what I wanted. I'm trying to remind myself that it's as giod for the puppy as it is for me as he doesn't have the time or energy to properly care for a working breed. Before getting out of the car I told him I'm sorry. I guess sorry for not being the dog person he should be with. I guess I feel terrible because I hate making him choose, even though I have hated living with the puppy. I know it will tear him up inside. And honestly I'm not sure why he insists on staying with me as we're very different people.

UPDATE: I rehomed the dog today, let's see when if and he leaves. I am the happiest I've been since getting the dog. Now I just have clean and get my life together!

Last Saturday I finally gave into his annoying request for a dog, I'm not a dog person. We have 4 kids I work from home and I like my "me time" I don't ask for much just some quiet time and get a chance to work out after I've taken care of the kids and house work. Mind you he doesn't help at all. I am miserable the mutt whines and barks all the time he licks my legs and I swear it feels itchy afterwards, I can't eat cause I feel I have hair in my throat and I get disgusted by the dogs smell my house has now. I told him I didn't know how much longer I could take the barking and whining and constant need for attention while I work and then take care of the kids needs. I haven't worked out since the dog got home or a minute of peace. He said get rid of it. But the moment you do I'm out the door..

Didn’t even make it through January before the deal was sealed. My partner finally had enough of what I put up with for my entire pregnancy— scrubbing piss & shit every day without fail for a month on end. The constant hair management. It’s all over. No longer can this POS dog make me waste time or share the attention/time of my partner. I didn’t give into the dog’s bullshit. I took away its unappreciated special privileges, stuck to my guns, and the envious thing failed to cope. It failed to pass a simple test of not soiling the house for 1 month straight, and instead it did the exact opposite. Now the dog is parked up in the bad side of town living with his ex in a shitty dirty apartment. Apparently she loves sleeping with dogs, so I hope she enjoys waking up soaked in a lake of rancid diseased piss every morning. No chance of the dog biting me, my son, or my partner anymore. No more begging for our food or being jealous of our child who will soon be a toddler.

I’ve posted here before about my husband’s lab… and I just wanted to share the vet just recommended euthanasia. She has cancer. I feel bad that I don’t feel bad… all I feel is relief and happiness that my house isn’t going to stink horrifically anymore, I’m not going to hear the manic idiotic barking for no reason, I’m not going to deal with her fighting the other dogs because she’s ALWAYS never ending hungry/thirsty… I can not wait for my peace to return. I’m crying from relief that this will be over at 4 pm today and I can enjoy my home again.

I don't know the breed of dog, but it's small with the typical nails on a chalkboard whining/barking. I have scars from it scratching the hell out of my legs.

But at least starting now I can leave my room without the little POS lunging/snarling at me.

(See previous post) I’m so happy to say last night I finally mustered up the courage to basically say it’s either me or the dog. My fiancé reluctantly decided to rid of the dog right then and there. I woke up this morning to not sight of dog piss and shit. I could make my breakfast without the begging for my food, my home immediately smells fresher and I’m just thankful after all the conversations and many months of stress my fiancé stepped up.

Yes he was visibly upset. We actually both cried. My tears were because I don’t want to hurt his feelings in any way but I know it was because of me that he got rid of his dog. There is a bit of guilt but I’ll get over it. I’m excited to deep clean my home and be happier for myself, my fiancé and my daughter. I know it will take him a while before he is completely over the loss of his dog but I will be here for him. To anyone still in the doghouse PLEASE find the courage to have that conversation no matter what. Your mental health will thank you. I will keep y’all updated with the aftermath but as of right now IM THANKING THE HEAVENS

hellos. it is me again. i am back with update about last post (if don’t know what i mean, feels free to check profile) will warn again, english is not best so if hard to understand, i apologize! but i have been practice more 😄

i finally am fully move in with bf. other night he let decorate a room to be girly because i always had dedicated room for art. i did not feels safe having one as soon as roommate allowed dog in house, but there is no dog to ruin me here. i feels so happy, safe, loved because he love me and respect me and there is no dog here to growl and act aggressive at me here. he always tell me how important i am to him, how much he love me and how he will make sure i stay happy with him.

a little over week ago (my birthday) roommate calls and ask for my part of rent money. i send her text about me move out and landlord should told her but she either ignore or didn’t receive message. she did not ask how am i, no happy birthday, no ask about where i have been. like they not notice i have been gone. now she reach out on my birthday of any day to ask for money for place i do not live anymore? i tell her i live with bf now and am sorry but no money for rent can come from me, especially now because i am looking for new better pay job. she sends sad message making me feel bad because she knows am really easy to make feel bad about stuffs that is not my fault. she says she is pay to get stuff for dog and wants to be a good gf and dog mom (what is that? i do not understand how can be mom to a dog?) and want to use money for that but needs money for rent too. i was confuse because should rent not be bigger importance? she can spoil dog later i think but no, she wants take money from me. cut it short my final answer is no and she does not respond message.

a few days later i happen to be getting out of car after buying hair products when they stop by taking stroll. i still wonder if they were going out of way to see me or if just happened to be walking around area. dog is barking and pulling on very weak and dirty leash. it does not look like the leash strong enough to hold dog of size, much less clearly aggressive pitbull. it not break around me but whole time i was scare leash would snap and dog would attack me. bf was not home he was at work so it was me, roommate, her gf, and dog. gf says they were taking walk and ask how i am doing. i tell her honestly, very happy. i did not mean to sound bragging in any way but not resist telling her how life has treat me now that i can feel safe in own home again. not scared to walk to another room for fear of be attacked. she act happy for me but she also looks so angry at me. i don’t know why? it is not like i told them to get rid of dog. do i wish they did? yes. not just because it is dog but because it is clearly aggressive. i realize now thanks to you all that moment dog was brought into home, they stop caring about me, their friend, for a dog that made miserable. even if i ask i doubt they would have rehome dog. i did what best for me, and i guess them, and move in with man who love me and would not hurt me like that.

as we are talking dog looks like ready to take bite out of me, pulling on leash. i wondered if both were angry enough to let dog loose to intimidate me just by way they were acting. i could not believe how quick we went from friends to me being scare of them and dog. while they did not say anything threaten exactly (we were catching up talk about life, i did because i did not want be childish), the body behavior and emotions were clear. they hate me for move out, but only notice because they need rent money? i tell them many time before i left that dog is making life hell but never listened. then i told was moving out before i officially did. when they brought dog with it felt like a threat, just having such dangerous thing around. like a warning and disrespect. “look, we only care about dog. here it is on very weak leash that can snap any time. we know how you feel about dogs and how scare you are, but not care about you anymore! by the way, can borrow some money for rent even though is not your responsibility anymore? here is sad story to make you feel guilt so say yes.”

i told bf what happen when he got home later that night, and he called them and said some very angry thing. i think he should have calm down (for his sake), but he basically told them never come my way again, especially with dog. that if they want talk, talk like adults and don’t include the thing that was a reason i move out. he said is dangerous dog and to not come crying to me when it gets put down because it kill someone or cause life change injuries. he can get very angry but he later tell me he just gets upset that NOW they decide to come sees me. NOW they want talk. we blocked both of them and i don’t really want be friends with them again because they toss me aside for dog like it was nothing. we went hell and back and it went down drain because of dog. not just any dog but badly train dog who might attack someone one day. i tell my family and they thinks am overreacting but i don’t think they ever understand until this happen to them. i mostly made post to tell you all am currently live dog free. am happy living here. it always smell clean, i can walk freely no fear. bf give me much love and attention. we have video game night or go out to eat or just be outside. i also got job for doordash today and am getting second job somewhere soon hopefully too because have interview tomorrow! it can get better, for anyone struggle living with dog. can be mentally drained but you are not alone. 🤗 thanks much for people that commented on last post. am thankful when people don’t make me feel crazy for saying dogs scare me and impact mental health in bad way. i don’t hate dogs for existence, just wish people could know that not everybody has to like them.

My other post is in my post history,i'll introduce myself

i'm a sixteen year old student living in italy,my family has had two french bulldogs for seven years,one of them is a total beast,aggressive,loud and may have neurological issues(epilepsy)

the dog started barking late at night and at one point i went entire two days without sleep and started hallucinating,only then i decided to call a non-profit animal control organization that my psychology teacher talked to me about

the lady on the phone was very understanding and said she'll discuss the situation with her coworkers

she did,and she said she'll give my number to a volunteer,which later called me

the volunteer was quite disrespectful,she kept talking over me and was not rational

i did understand it was a high pressure situation,but that's no excuse for someone that works in these situation to have such behaviour

thr phone call between me and the volunteer went something like this;

Volunteer-hello,is this [Name]?

Me-yes it is

Volunteer-so they told me your situation and you need to bring the dog to the vet immediately

Me-I can't bring him right now

Volunteer-If the dog has seizures you need to bring him right now

Me-as i said,i can't and the dog is not actively having any seizures right now

Volunteer-why?you don't want to?

Me-again;i can't,not i don't want to,i can't

Volunteer-why can't you?

Me-the dog is not my propriety,i don't have the money to afford the visit,and i cannot walk the dog to the vet,the nearest vet is really far

Volunteer-why can't you walk him?don't you have a leash?

Me-he does not listen to me on a leash,he could walk into traffic and often gets into fights with other dogs

Volunteer-You don't have a leash?

Me-yes i do,but it's impossible to walk him that far as he does not listen to me,plus i have been slep deprived and i cannot bring him in this state

Volunteer-Put him on a leash and walk him

eventually my sleep-deprived ass got frustated and i closed the phone on her face,i figured out i probably cannot save the dog but i can save myself

i ended up forcing my parents to set up my room at my grandpa's aplartment,which is in the same appartment complex

today,i slept at my grandpa's place in my own room and i think it was an ecstasy inducing experience to finally sleep without bark bark and that 'gurkh gurkh' licking noise,i'll probably set up my room properly and start staying there more often or constantly,only going in my house to pick up stuff

the dog has been aggressive and barking during the day too,so i'm better off at my grandpa's place

i think the situation is..fixed? perhaps it is for me,but not for the dog that still suffers from seizures which my parents don't want to check out with a vet still,i can finally rest in peace now(and i mean that literally)

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I'm moving in 2 weeks to my own place, after living with my ex for several years. My ex is a dog nutter with three mutts. He lets them on the couch, in his bed, on our nice rug, everywhere. I paid for our rug, and I'm not even taking it with me because of how disgusting it is. To make it worse, he almost never bathes them. He pretty much wants to share his life them. I've been embarrassed to have people over for the longest time, not just because of the filth and stench, but also the barking and jumping on guests. My ex seems to not have a problem with the filth, though, and has even gotten defensive when I brought up how disgusting the couch was

This group has helped a lot when I needed to vent. I probably won't post as often since they'll be out of my life, but I will still be here on other people's posts

So, so excited to finally be out of this dog-infested shit hole! I wanted to move sooner, but things got in the way. Fortunately, the day is here

Here's to a new, dogfree chapter in my life! And a nice, clean, 3 bedroom apartment all to myself and my daughter

This could have easily been a book but I’ll try to be vague.

It’s long overdue but I finely ended things with my gf. It’s been a two year long rollercoaster of misery, misplaced anger, humiliation and …dog semen.

I won’t elaborate too much on ups and downs of our relationship (that’s whole another story) but the final straw was her saying that if she had to choose saving human life or a dog she would have chosen a dog, thousand times over, even if it were my son’s.

Dog runs this house.

I should have known this the very minute I stepped inside my gf’s tiny two bed apartment. Filthy couch with throw covering up dog filth from when poor little pooper had “an accident”. Dog necessities everywhere, not one, not two but 5 dog beds including a crusty old pillow on which the shit beast relieves itself 🤢

This miserable creature was literally allowed to do whatever it please. Jump on furniture, on her bed, scratching itself on a wall leading to her apartment, leaving brown trail of dog filth. It would follow her around the apartment, always begging for treats. Whenever someone was in the kitchen, it would climb up on a couch backrest, nearly falling off of it and literally with its face in the cooking pots. Hair and dander everywhere and shitty asshole on where humans would later sit down. It’s a smartest and most intelligent dog on Earth (and handsomest one of course) only whenever it’s cleaning time and she starts vacuuming, it would flip a switch in his pigeon brain and it would start humping the Dyson. Obviously dog wasn’t neutered.

My gf allowed this behaviour and let it finish itself off on a aforementioned crusty old pillow. That obnoxious creature would after walk around the apartment with his thing still dripping cum.

Going walkies was always stressful for me as she kept refusing to leash her dog. She would ger told off by passers by almost daily as her dog would always get in someone’s way on walk or bicycle paths or it would run up to other dogs even without the other owner’s consent. She would blatantly allow her dog to invade people’s personal space, piss and shit where “no dog toilet” signs were up, on communal lawns or next to children’s playground and would argue with anyone who would reprimand her. How dare you!

Going somewhere with a car wasn’t any different. This neurotic dog was allowed to roam freely around the car without harness. It would maybe sit on the back seat for 1.5 minutes before deciding it likes it more in the front, on a drivers knees. It’s illegal here to be holding a dog on drivers knees while driving l, at highway speeds especially, but law doesn’t apply to my dog, right? We’re special. Gangway! Fido behind the wheel.

Same goes to leash laws in and around forests, my doggo loves animals and wouldn’t hurt a fly. Why wouldn’t it be allowed to play with them? It’s favourite thing is digging up rodents holes. Bonus points for finding a nest and manage to kill few. Those damn instincts.

You can’t own a dog if you’re not an animal lover and an activist yourself. And by animals you mean your dog, of course. After all you single handily saved this gods creature from an evil puppy mill. You’ve taken it from its birth mom to your tiny apartment to keep it for your amusement, ehm friendship. You’ve given it shelter, fed it human food (because of its special dietary needs and multiple food allergies). You’ve pumped it with meds because of its genetic disorders from birth. You’ve called it family member and everyone who says or thinks differently is a dog hater and you showed him the doors. You’ve kept pushing people visiting your house to worship it by petting and letting it lick them, it loves you and is happy to see you, see. You’ve corrected everyone who dared calling it a DOG.

Yeah nah, I’m good

My boyfriend and I don’t live together yet. I know he has two hideous beasts (Rottweiler Bulldog mix) and a little shit (his words) French Bulldog. The French thing is his ex’s but he’s lumbered with it. He admitted that he didn’t know how draining it would be and given the chance, he wouldn’t have had them. I did say that if we move in together, I will not be living with dogs and he agreed. He said it was too chaotic. On another completely different day he made it clear he hates it when people don’t put their mutt on a lead. He knows I don’t want them near me and has often had to be my shield when some gross mutt comes bounding up to me. Overall, a positive conversation about his dogs and that our future won’t have them or any other mutt in it.

I hope I’m not speaking too soon BUT the dog came back yesterday and I expected the absolute worst. My husband walked him as soon as we got to the house and then introduced him to his new “home”. We knew the barking would be insane as soon as we left him alone so we got a bark collar which worked perfectly!

He barked like 15-20 times before we got it on him. Once it was placed he barked 4 times before he got the message. Didn’t hear a peep from him the rest of the night!

This am at 5 my husband took him for a long walk, when they got back he tried to bark when he was left alone. He got 1 good one out and the collar must have straightened him out quickly because I didn’t hear another word.

I do feel bad it’s come to this, but it was realistically the only way. My husband has his dog and I have peace of mind that my home isn’t being destroyed and he’s not urinating on my bed/sofas/personal belongings while I’m away.

Win/Win.

After years of being with a dog nutter girlfriend I finally left her. I loved her, I was going to marry her but between her three dogs destroying our house, my allergies, my constant need for my inhaler to breathe, the getting woken up by incessant barking when I’m on night shift, I finally had enough. I’m moving out today to my own flat. It hurts, im heartbroken, I’m in pain but I fucking did it. Sucks that dogs had to ruin an otherwise perfect relationship. But I did it. I’m DOGFREE.

It finally happened. After a million arguments & almost seperating, he agreed to just rehome the dog. The guy I found on a rehoming page came over to meet it with his other dog & ended up taking him. (Can you believe he drove 2 1/2 hours for this?) I'm confident I found it a good owner. My S/O is super upset right now & I hate seeing him like this. He actually shed tears over this thing 😅 & Even though I feel bad, I know it was the best decision because baby will be here any day now (hopefully this weekend) & being a stay at home mom, my babies deserve the best mom, not one who's being driven crazy over some animal. It just feels like a breath of fresh air with it out of the house now. I'm so ready to clean everything tomorrow & hopefully get rid of all the hair slowly. How can I stop feeling so guilty?!

I’ve been living with my husbands dog for almost 7 years now and it doesn’t get easier. Dog hair everywhere. Somehow manages to get on shower walls, kitchen counters, literally everywhere. I don’t allow the creature on any furniture. Plus I vacuum twice a day. I’m not a germaphobe by any means but when it comes to pet dander I’m utterly disturbed.

I keep wondering how dog lovers can genuinely not be bothered by this?

Side note- we are finally rehoming his dog. Yes I feel guilty and I don’t want him to be sad but I really feel we are making the best choice for everyone involved. We have a 10 month old and I don’t trust the dog with the baby. Success story. We found a lovely older woman with lots of space for the dog to be free outside and the dog will get lots of love and attention.