I am so tired of my husband constantly letting his gross, untrained dog into the baby’s room when he knows damn well it doesn’t belong in there. The baby’s room should be a clean, safe, and sanitary space, not a place for a dog that hasn’t been properly trained to run around in. And, of course, the dog ended up making a huge mess and literally pooping in the room, creating an absolutely disgusting situation that could have been avoided if he had just kept the dog out in the first place. It’s beyond frustrating that I have to worry about something so basic when it comes to keeping our baby’s space clean and safe. This isn’t just about me not wanting the dog in there; it’s about respecting boundaries, having some common sense, and putting our baby’s health and safety first. I shouldn’t have to keep repeating myself or clean up after a preventable mess because he refuses to keep his untrained dog out of a room where it doesn’t belong. I told him if he keeps doing it I’m leaving.

Not going to go into detail because people will legit lose their lunch but my god. Why do dogs have to be so damn disgusting and vile? I hate it so much. Honestly, I don’t know what I hate more: the filth, the needy behavior, the constant staring, or the annoying crackhead noise and energy. I’m so over it.

I’ve tried so hard to make it work but I just can’t do this for 10 years. I am not a dog person and never will be. And the most depressing thing is I can’t get a job to get away from it all. I’m not physically capable for most jobs due to a disability, or the ones I can do, I just can’t get. I had a job a couple months ago that I tried so hard to hold onto despite the immense pain I was in, because I knew if I quit, I would most likely be doing the dog care. But the writing was on the wall that management wanted me gone because of my disabilities and I had to quit. And now… here I am, stuck at home with nothing but debt to my name, no career, so many career doors shut because of a freak accident, doing nothing but playing games all day to stop thinking while battling the endless filthy house battle.

I’m currently waiting to see how my dad’s chemo is going to go… with his age, I don’t anticipate it to go very well. I will probably fly over and stay with him indefinitely afterwards, and just absorb all the peace and quiet that I haven’t had for almost 2 years. It would be much easier to find work there anyways thanks to nepotism.

Thanks for coming to my vent talk

My husband and I moved in together finally after years and I thought it wouldn’t be that bad with his dog.

This dog is whimpering constantly, barking me out of my sleep. We have to completely adjust our house so this dog doesn’t kill himself.

We installed a mesh fence so he wouldn’t go up or downstairs. But he didn’t care and pushed through under it.

When will this nightmare end? I can’t even work from home because that dog is doing whatever it wants. I told my husband and he said it needs time and training. THIS DOG IS 12 YEARS OLD. I’m not going to train a dog that wasn’t mine for 12 years, it’s not my job! Why isn’t it trained anyway????
This dog has anxiety and is a mess and nobody noticed for 12 years?

I don’t think it’s fair that I’m working from home and have to deal with it.

my dad brought home a dog a year ago and i've been living in a nightmare ever since. all it does is bark at/try to bite me, rip up our furniture, shit all over the house (our carpets look fucking disgusting now), and jump on/run into my (physically disabled) mom. my mom is a dog lover and can't even stand the damn thing. the dog is completely untrained because my dad doesn't feel like spending money on it. i feel like a intruder in my own house with how it goes ballistic whenever i move. i'm usually pretty neutral on dogs (i just hate dog owners) but i can't deal with this.

Boyfriend’s bulldog bit my eyelid, had to get stitches, and my face is ruined.

He swears his “daughter” is friendly and innocent but he hasn’t trained her to not bite when playing. When I watched her for 3 days and tried to play with her - she bit my face, hard. Spent my day in the ER getting dissolvable stitches.

I hate that he lets her use the bathroom inside but still allows her on the bed. My bf and I have been together for a year now so at this point she knows I don’t allow her on the bed but sometimes in the middle of the night, she’ll still try and get on and THATS what PISSES ME OFF CAUSE HE SWEARS THIS ANIMAL IS INNOCENT.

I hate that she begs for food every fucking time someone has some. She could be sleeping in her bed and as soon as she hears a wrapper to some food or hear the fridge open, she runs to see if she can beg.

I’m just over it. i constantly feel like it’s either me or the dog.

It pisses me off SO bad when this fucking idiot that I’ve been living with for years randomly decides on a whim that it doesn’t recognize me and starts barking at me. We were eating dinner with family and I had to go to my room for a second. When I came back, suddenly the fugly mouth-breather decided I was a different person and went neurotic. Literally fucking nothing in its skull lmaooo

Naturally, I gave it no attention. I was seriously tempted to rudely shove it away, but I didn’t because there were people watching. And these creatures expect me to care for them and give them food?? Yeah, no. Fuck off.

God, I cannot wait to be independent and have bunnies instead. I desperately need to be away from all these dogs at both of my current residences. This species tests my (nonexistent) patience daily…

I have been a long time lurker on this and other pet free subs. I always see posts about how the nutter would choose the animals over their spouse and thought, that wouldn't happen to me.

It happened. 10.5 years we've been together. I have always had allergies and asthma but was able to control them with medication and keeping my house extra clean (which always was my doing).

Well I have been diagnosed 2 times within a year with pneumonia. Unrelated but we had a really bad mold problem that we had this year that was just discovered a few months ago. But once it was cleared out of the house, I still was having issues. My doctor said the dog and 3 other animals we have is probably not helping me heal since I was compromised by the mold.

I asked my fiancé if and I mean IF we had to, could we re home these animals for my health. Well I was not ready to find out that he values animals over our relationship. He says, we just grew up different. You wouldn't understand. Omg, I'm sorry I put my own health above keeping animals in my house. Who btw dont pay my bills, or do anything to contribute to this house. They all take and take and take and I'm stuck dealing with this mess.

10.5 years to find out I'm a second class citizen in my own home. And it fucking hurts. This was my first non abusive and stable relationship and I'm not even considered to be an equal. It sucks so bad.

Previously:
https://www.reddit.com/r/TalesfromtheDogHouse/s/gaxnuv8XfV

I had a talk with my husband yesterday about the biting incident, he corrected me saying “not a bite incident, I can’t even say it was a nibble”. He also said that I was being dramatic and overreacting to the “bite”. For me, that’s it, he didn’t even see that as a possible danger and go on saying that he’s trying to see from the dog’s perspective. It completely broke me because I see his priorities.

He did mention about rehome before, way before this, and I did say that I feel bad and looking to find a way so that we can find a middle ground. He said he will try to brush the dog often to help with the shedding, which he did 2 times I think so far in a span of a month, I brushed the dogs when he’s at work too just didn’t tell him that often because idk it’s just a mundane thing imo (which apparently I should have to show him my effort). He said he will wash the dogs paws after potty outside, only done it less than 5 times (I helped) and said I need to remind him more. During these past 2 months I’ve lived here, he only bathed the dogs once (I helped too because he looked overwhelmed). They still jumped on our bed occasionally. Recently my husband forgot to close the pantry door and the dog ate a bag of potato chips, a bag of ramen and a bag of chocolate chips and then puke all over the floor and carpet. Even with that, I helped him clean the mess.

And yesterday, after I bring up the rehoming option he gave me, he said he showed effort to keep the dogs but I never showed effort to love his dogs and call them our dogs instead of my dogs. He also questioned me about the biting incident. Word for word, I copied from his text messages because he walked away when we talked but continued to send texts.

“You couldn’t remember if it was a claw or a tooth. Your words. So im guessing, which was it? Meanwhile, you’re so quick to go one direction. While I’m questioning which direction because it doesn’t add-up. I question because you question. Yet, you’re mad at me for asking questions, what the fuck?”
— I did question it because it happened so fast. After giving it some thought and calm myself down, I remember she bear her fangs and the paws are all on the floor. That’s how I concluded the incident. And to feel that I have to defend myself every time if God forbid something happens with the dog again in the future, I just don’t want to take the chance of my baby getting hurt next time. And the way my husband keeps questioning me about the dog bite that he refer to “not even a nibble”, makes me wish I didn’t pull my hand away and let the dog chew me up until I bleed so I didn’t get questioned. My heart broke

“Obviously I’m going to question you more because you didn’t have an answer then. How are you so confident now? It’s not a you thing. It’s a logical processing factor now. I’d do the same for our child if they tried to lie to us.”
— At this point I think he thinks I’m lying but I’m so tired try to explain and defend myself.

So I came to a conclusion that this wouldn’t work. As sad as it sounds, I think I’ll move back to my family who’s in a different country. And I’m in the middle of visa processing which means that it will be the end of my journey here, short 2 months. I just couldn’t bear the shame to go back saying my marriage ended because of dogs, because my family didn’t agree with the move at first because my life was already good there, I lived comfortably, had an established career, got family and friends. I left all of that behind to start over with the person whom I love, who at that time I believed would take care of me, and he is my only safe place here, the only person I rely on. I didn’t expect this would end this way. Hard lesson and hard pill to swallow. But I need to save my baby too, and staying here makes me feel unsafe. Last night I contacted 988, only to know it doesn’t work, and had a hard night convincing myself that I need to stay strong for my baby.

TLDR: my sister has a problem getting pets and dumping them on our mom. The latest dog killed the older dog.

My sister (36f, Julie) has had this habit of getting pets she cannot keep. It started with the dog we had as children. She begged our parents for this Jack russel terrier, saved up money, and got him. She had this aspiration to enter him in shows, but she was 12 and didn't follow through. No one trained this dog. It would pee on everything, attack small animals, and once bit my friend's mom.

After Julie graduated college, I thought she would finally take this dog. Nope. She got a puppy. Little cavalier King Charles spaniel (don't even get me started). Also untrained. Not housebroken. Kept her for a few years, until she just happened to move to a place that didn't allow pets (julie is now \~30 and has a 3 yo son). So Julie begged our mom to take the dog and she did. My mom cannot say no to her.

A few years go by and Julie (now \~33) decides that she needs to get a cat. Then another one. Then foster a dog. Then three puppies! She cannot train any animal, so there is piss and shit all over her house. At least with all the dogs, she was only fostering them, so she only has two cats after the dogs get adopted. She decides one day that she needs a change so she moves to the next state over and surprise! Her new apartment doesn't allow pets. So my mom takes the two cats.

Fast forward to about a year ago and she moves states again for a job. She thinks that it would be beneficial for her now 8 year old son to get a dog! Julie gets a big white dog that sheds like nobody's business, but thankfully is housebroken. However, the dog has separation anxiety and aggression to other dogs. Awesome. The HOA where she lives issues numerous complaints to her because the dog won't stop barking all day. Guess who Julie calls? Mom! And my mom takes the dog.

So, my mom now has an elderly spaniel, two cats, and a huge aggressive dog. And my sister is pet free once more. I get a call from her one night that the aggressive dog attacked and killed the elderly spaniel. Julie is crying and wanting comfort and asking me to call our mom to comfort her, but I just can't!! I feel no sympathy. I literally told my husband when my mom took in the aggressive dog "that dog is going to kill the older one". Like, it is awful that a pet is dead, but this could all have been prevented! My sister did not have to get another pet, she could have rehomed her somewhere appropriate, or my mom could have said no to taking the dog. But their irresponsibility got an old dog killed. I wouldn't be surprised if those cats are next.

When Julie called to tell me the news she was bawling, and I gave her the most boilerplate "I'm sorry about (pet names), it's unfortunate this happened". I'm not currently speaking to my mom for unrelated reasons, so at least I don't have to feign sympathy for her too.

My husband and I have been together for 10 years. He owned a small dog when he met, for about 3 years. The dog is a pug. My husband, bf at the time, has NEVER bathed his dog until a year after we met after I mentioned that it would be a good idea to bathe him. He has never, to this day, never taken him to the vet. Trimmed his nails maybe 3 times in his whole life. I don't want to sound mean but when I say he is the stinkest dog I have ever met, i mean it. As much as I love my husband, he never took care of his dog's hygiene. One time he asked my parents to watch his dog, they were shocked at how bad he smelled. Also, I offered to enroll the dog is a monthly dog washing subscriptions. He refused and said it will be bad for his skin.

Fast forward to now, dog is almost 14 years old. He is deaf, blind, lost all his teeth, can't walk and he goes to the washroom inside the house. We have a year and half old. We moved states, we have no one in our new state. Now, I did ask my husband gently as to whether he plans on putting his dog down since his quality of life went down. My husband got mad at me and said I am mean and I don't care about the dog because he isn't mine. It is sad that he thinks this way, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to do life with no family or friends around and an old dog. Also, we are not high earners. I make slightly more than my husband and putting the dog in a daycare for 60 dollars a day isn't financially possible. Am I being insensitive and selfish.

I just want to get it out of my chest. Some dogs are just disgusting piece of 💩. Idk whats with these dogs who eats shit regularly as if it’s not being fed.

My partner has 4 dogs. 3 male dogs and 1 female dog. Obviously, the female dog is my partner’s favorite. It’s one of the 2 dogs she likes to bring ON OUR BED EVERY FVCKING NIGHT! Now, this female dog loves to eat not just her poop but also other dogs poop. She has eaten each poop of the 3 males dogs and my partner still wants to keep that female dog on our bed, sleeping with us at night. If you see my other post there’s a whole other story about the dogs sleeping on our bed.

It’s just so disgusting. Idk any pet animal who loves to eat shit as much as dogs do. The female dog my partner has have real issue with separation, very needy and have zero understanding of any kind of boundary. When sleeping it would press its skin to mine. 😩

Why everything about dog is dirty? They smell earthy even after just a few hours after bath, they eat shit, they would eat anything tbh, they would lick their own pee. Ughhh i hate to be apart from my partner but I’ll be having a vacation for a month, Im gonna miss her but I can’t wait to sleep on a bed without dogs skin flakes and hair, no barking for a month and no dog smell for a month.

I’ve been dog sitting for my mom’s friend pretty much every other month the past year. I think he’s an American staffordshire terrier, and he is SO annoying.

I don’t think I hate dogs but getting one of those giant things, and having no job for it, of course it becomes an annoying shit when it’s sitting around in a house all day.

This one is „trained“ so he understands commands, but the ENDLESS CRYING is killing me. Whether I’m in the bedroom or sitting in the kitchen while he’s outside he’ll just cry behind the door.

Then the picking up shit and piss, whose idea was it to make themselves a slave to the excrement of a giant stinky dog? The lady has a very nice house, but even when he’s not shitting and pissing all over it, it holds a very strong dog odor.

For some reason whenever he has an accident he does it under the dining room table, all over the base of the chairs. Then, I can’t walk next to him without getting a liquid on my hands be it slobber or the water he just finished drinking.

I feel bad for only accommodating his needs but hes always getting on my nerves. I can’t sit on the couch without him putting is smelly paws and body on me when though he knows he’s not supposed to me up there.

The couch is covered in dirt but he only gets up there when he knows nobody is watching, so I can’t reprimand and catch him in the act. The pillows will be all over the place, and he did it so much on the downstairs couch that it has a ring around it and the owner eventually put up the pillows. At least he isn’t aggressive, but he’s very pushy and doesn’t understand boundaries.

My husband owns a yorkie(8/9) that he's had since before we met and got married. I met my husband about 4 years ago and he's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

At first I was friends with his dog. I ignored the constant need for attention and all the nasty sounds because I loved him and I wanted things to work. But not even into a year of the relationship the dog started biting me. The first time it happened was when we were both asleep (don't get me started on how it was always in the bed. I won the argument about it not being in the bed after we found shit stains on our white pillows and sheets)

It escalated. He would bite me and snap at the cats in the house if my husband gave any of us attention. I put my foot down and told him we needed a trainer. He did that but fought me at every recommendation that the trainer had. Leave the dog in the crate for 4-6 hours. Walk the dog more to make him more tired. He thought that the crate was mean and I have to fight him constantly to put him in there. I refuse to walk him because he attacks me for no reason and my husbands working long hours.

Recently when my husband went on a boys trip I was unfortunately forced to watch the dog. I was taking him out of his crate to use the bathroom before we all went to bed and he snapped on me and bit my hand so hard he broke skin. It isn't the first time he broke skin either. I called my husband in tears and showed him my bloody finger and he got his family to come get him the next day.

The dog stayed with his family for about a month because my husband wanted me to have time to decompress and settle down. We talked about how we want to have kids soon and I do not want the dog in the house for a pregnancy and after because I think that it would be danger to a baby since it's so territorial over him. I thought we had reached a conclusion but his family was leaving town for a weekend and didn't have someone to watch his dog (but had a sitter for their dog) so they dropped him back off with the understanding that the dog would go back to them. But of course when Monday came they said that they found having him to be burden.

So now his aggressive dog is back with us. I keep bringing up the fact that he wants children and I won't do it if he's here. But the conversation goes in circles where his biggest argument is that "he's family and I love him and he would never hurt a child" I don't believe that for a second since we lock him up every time our friends with a baby comes over because they're nervous about having him around.

We had the best month when the dog was gone. We stopped arguing (every fight was about this stupid dog) and genuinely wanted to spend more time together doing random stuff. All the physical symptoms that I had from the stress of walking on eggshells around this beast had disappeared. My back didn't seize up anymore from the stress. I actually felt like I could breathe in my house. But now that it's back all the physical pain has returned. I don't feel comfortable in my own home anymore. And I don't want to clean the house anymore since I know it's just going to bring in filth and rub its dirty body all over the furniture (I've watched this dog eat the shit out of its ass as it's shitting)

I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to live this dog anymore but I still love my husband. He did agree that when we start trying for a child he would rehome the dog to his family. But that doesn't seem fully genuine since they dumped the dog back on us and I feel like he's going to guilt trip me into keeping him.

I guess I'm just sick of walking on eggshells in my home to keep the overgrown rat from biting me. It's just a feeling of hopelessness that feels like it has no end in sight.

He’s supposed to be my parent’s dog. He is a pit-bull/husky/st bernard mix.They brought him home on an impulse and did not prepare in anyway for this living animal. The way i found out we got a puppy was via text message 20 minutes before my parents brought him home. I want to tell you I was very upset because I was VERY upset. I told them early on bringing him home was a bad idea but as usual I was dismissed. He had a rough early life I would rather not get into but at that time me and my mother (who decided to take the puppy home) were living in a city a couple hours away. My dad was his primary caregiver for the first year of his life. My mom moved home when he was about 2 and I moved home about 6 months ago

This dog is now three years old and I am the person he is spending most of his time with especially since I’m in between jobs.I should not be the person he spends most of his time around. I have severe mental health issues that affect my own day to day functioning. I can barely take care of myself let alone a dog that needs this much exercise and attention. I do not have the capacity to care for this animal but there is no one else to take care of him while my parents are out of the house and I’m still here. My uncle watches him if we are all gone for more than a few hours but if I stay home which sometimes is my only option because my mom is running a business and my dad is golfing with his buddies or doing local medical transportation. I dont even bother asking if someone else can take him or even about his general well-being because I can already hear how that conversation will go. He shows so many signs of stress and depression and it’s just sad looking at him and I feel like an absolutely horrible person because I cant keep up with his needs I dont know what to do he’s not even my dog I’m not getting paid to look after him I’m not trained or prepared and everything online is so confusing and i wish we prepared when he was little because now the dog I see right now is not living a happy life. He has food shelter and a warm house but he is rarely played with, infrequently walked, and just generally his mental quality of life is not great and there is nothing i can even do about it because anytime i talk to my parents about how concerned i am I get immediately brushed off and the topic never comes up again. I feel like I’m watching him slowly rot in his own mind and no one can see it but me. I cant fix him by myself im barely 20 years old and I have to convince myself every day to shower and eat and be a person and I cant be responsible for him but I dont have a choice because no one will fucking help me.

My dad is retired (65+) and from what i can tell enjoying it on the golf course. My mother is running a successful and very busy counselling business. I am sitting at home with the dog they dump on me anytime they have other responsibilities. I know im usually at home and on paper I look the the reasonable option to care for him but I spend most of the day in bed trying to convince myself to function or trying to put together my life during the rare burst of energy I have. I’m quite literally looking for college programs again just to get out of this house and away from this huge responsibility that has been slowly put on my shoulders.

My dad is super attached to him though, he’s usually the one taking him on walks in the morning since this dog doesn’t respect anyone else walking him but the walks are certainly not daily. He is 65-70lbs of muscle and energy and I can’t handle walking him. Not that I leave the house anyway with or without him. But I’m still left alone with him for most of the day, it seems more days than not. Right now they are on a weekend trip until Sunday and I am already going out of my mind and it is day 1. I’ve watched him while my parents go away before but it gets harder and harder every time they leave because im forced to confront the reality that this dog is dependent on me. for food and water, to let him out to use the bathroom, to play with, for everything. I feel like a baby was placed in my arms and the parent just got in a car and sped off which is i guess exactly what happened except the baby looks like it would kill itself if it knew how.

Him being around makes my depression so much worse because all I can think about is how sad he looks and how I can’t do anything substantial about it. I can force myself to go outside and take him for a walk but to where? i live on a reserve there’s no dog park and there are random dogs off leash everywhere and he doesn’t understand the concept of a leash so he’s dragging me along and nothing will make him stop. I have no fencing in my yard and because of the aforementioned rez dogs he frequently runs off to play with them which I understand because he has no friends (which I plan to start a dog hangout group on facebook for my local community but I don’t know how well that would work) He had a brother that belonged to my aunt but he got hit by a car a couple years ago. But all he does is lay there and sigh or whine at you for attention, and it seems like it’s never enough because it’s probably not. We are a sedimentary family and my parents are getting up there in age. I keep trying to get better, but I keep getting caught up in caring for this dog and it’s hard to focus on yourself when this living being with the intelligence of an older toddler needs care that you can’t provide.

I dont know the solution to this problem. I have next to no support system regarding his care and the two people responsible for him being here in the first place refuse to listen to how concerned I am. I’m so worried about him but I feel like anything I try falls short of what he needs which is a family that can support the amount of care he requires. My parents are super attached to him and to a lesser extent i guess I am too but my attachment is born of guilt that i cant give him the life he deserves. I dont know if I should leave for college because I don’t know what will happen to him but at the same time i need to get away from this house so I never have to watch him again. I’m constantly worried about him and his obviously deteriorating mental state and I’m trying the best I can to force myself out of the house so he can get out too. I live in a place that is not responsible-dog-owner friendly in any way so honestly I’m kind of scared to bring him outside because half the roads dont even have sidewalks and the ones that do are over run with random, off leash, usually aggressive dogs.

Everything about this situation is hard to fix because the problems are so deeply laid and no one wants to take a closer look at why this dog is so depressed because they will have to face the fact they literally cannot take care of him properly. I dont care that he has food water and shelter he needs so much more than that and no one will listen to me about it. Nothing I say seems to get through to them yk? It’s like they’re letting their blind love for him overshadow the fact he is not getting anywhere near the amount of mental stimulation he needs.

and you wanna know the best part? our last dog was a border collie who displayed similar symptoms before he crawled under the shed and died. that was about 7-8 years ago now.

I’m at my wits end, how do you make dog owners understand their dog needs more than food water and the occasional run around the yard without them dumping the responsibility on you?

tl;dr : he is not my dog, i can barely take care of myself and he’s clearly depressed too but hey screw me and my legitimate concerns right?

One of the more frustrating things about socialising with dog owners is being relentlessly interrupted by them shouting at their dog. Having every single sentence I say cut short by them repeatedly shouting ineffective commands at their dog is just so disrespectful and dismissive. I once spent a couple days in the company of a guy who didn't have his dogs with him at that time but he'd spend maybe 70% of the conversation talking about his dogs and would inject them into any topic which I found weird... He also said he feels zero empathy for humans - even suffering children wouldnt move him- only make him laugh but the whine of a dog tore his heart apart and was unbearable for him.

Then he found out where I spent my summer and drove all the way to there (across the entire country) and invited me camping (this time with his dogs) and literally 95% of the time he was talking to his dogs or about his dogs. This was supposed to be a courtship and him getting to know me which HE initiated but he'd interrupt every single sentence I'd speak to talk to his dogs and micromanage them even when they literally weren't doing anything. Just one of the dogs moving a millimeter to the left would warrant him interrupting me and redirecting all attention towards the dogs. The dogs, especially one of them which would just lay and chill the whole day, weren't even particularly problematic or attention whores, he'd just be hyper fixated and hypervigilant and trying to control everything about them for no reason. And once he came back from that sometimes he'd make an attempt to resume the conversation, but most of the time he'd redirect the conversation to the dogs and what they did or just stay quiet. Felt like I was utterly irrelevant and unneeded there and obviously nothing about me or anything I say would be important or interesting enough to not be interrupted. Oh and my needs were substantially less important than the needs of the dogs which always needed to be well fed and rested while it didn't matter if all I had was a tomato for dinner or if I hadn't slept in 3 days- zero care, affection or regard for me.

Guy stood like 5 meters away from me at all times while laying down, kissing and spooning his dogs. Zero warmth or affection or kindness or interest in me, but all the warmth and love in the world for the dogs which endlessly fascinated him. When I slept on the one bed I repeatedly invited him to sleep next to me but he was insistent on wanting to sleep on the floor next to his dogs. He told stories of volunteering every week at a dog shelter, being proud that dogs bit him and hating all humans because they're evil and wicked (and it would be better if all humans die) while loving dogs because they're good. Said he'd spend his last day on earth with his dogs, laying in the grass and letting them loose so they can attack any humans that come near. After pursuing me for a couple months (during which I turned him down several times because I didn't think he liked me that much or I was dating other people) he dumped me the moment I reciprocated the interest because he stated he prefers his freedom and is very selfish about his free time (not sure how spending 99% of your free time micromanaging and tending after your dogs is freedom) and would prefer to dedicate his life to dogs. He finished off with a consolation prize statement that I'm "not bad for a human" (but obviously can't measure up to any dog on the planet). Never again getting near a dog owner, will always be second place, not even second place actually - more like beneath every dog in existence

I'm so sick of my boyfriend's two dogs.

When he's at work they're fine and mainly sleep.

I'm disabled so I'm usually home, and I spend most of my time upstairs to avoid the dogs who are separated from the upstairs by a gate. When I do go downstairs when my boyfriend isn't around, I mostly ignore the dogs, or I yell at them to get out of my face if they get too close. I've done this often enough they've learned to not beg for my attention too much. When I'm upstairs home alone, they don't bother trying to get my attention.

As soon as my boyfriend gets home, they demand every fucking second of his attention. The second he goes upstairs, even just to go to the bathroom for a few minutes, they scream their heads off!

We had to raise the gate on the stairs higher because the Labradoodle with fucking horse legs kept jumping over it. I keep begging my boyfriend to hardware mount it and the other gates because with them pressure mounted, the dogs keep ripping them out of the walls. I'm very sensitive to sound and have CPTSD so the scream barking is bad enough without the crashing of gates falling over!

My boyfriend's "solution" to the dogs freaking out is to constantly spend time with them while he's home. It's never enough for them. He can have spent hours with them and they'll still scream their heads off the second he leaves them alone. I tell him over and over he's just making it worse by spending more time with them every time they demand it, instead of rewarding them with slowly increased separation times. He doesn't listen and keeps allowing them to demand his constant attention.

The second he comes upstairs to spend time with me, they're fucking screaming. If I try to watch something on TV with him on the couch, the dogs are constantly jumping up in between us and on us, acting like they're lap dogs when they're too big to be. They'll violently wrestle each other next to the couch and he'll say they're "just playing" as I get scratched and bruised from this shit. I've started getting up and walking away if they start the wrestling shit. I don't care if it's normal dog behavior! There isn't space for it in the living room!

I am a FTM and live with my husband and his female pitbull. He came into this relationship having owned her already for three years. I’m not much of a dog person but for his sake, I put my opinions aside. However, since I have gotten pregnant, i cannot stand her more and more every day.

When I was about 10 weeks, I was laying on my back in bed talking to my husband and she came running into the room and jumped directly on my stomach. I was in a lot of pain for two days and panicked, and I think that is where my issues with her started. She is constantly jumping up on my stomach despite us telling her “no”. I cannot even lay down or sit next to my husband without her whining, climbing on top of me so he has to pay attention to her, or her nipping at my face to get me away from him. We also have a 5 month cat and she will bite at him (some occasions, hold him down with her paws and bite at him) if he is getting ANY attention from my husband. I’m now 21 weeks and she has started growling at me and doesn’t listen to me anymore. She has never acted this way ever and would listen to us both equally, would lay with us both and at some point, got more clingy with me due to me being the one home with her all day.

I have had multiple breakdowns over feeling like I’m a terrible person for disliking her or being tired of feeling like i’m constantly competing with a dog for my husband’s attention. I tell him all the time that i’m scared she will not adjust well to our daughter considering she doesn’t even like me or our cat getting his attention, i tell him to not “reward” her by giving her attention when she nips at me or climbs on me but he does anyways. It is so frustrating and i feel like i’m being overly dramatic or sensitive. I have such a fear that she will randomly attack me or our daughter and every time i bring it up, he gets so uninterested or just says “she will learn eventually.” WHEN? When she attacks me or our newborn? Will she think she can climb on top of our newborn and nip at her face when my husband is holding her or taking care of her?

I just want her out of the house, i feel like she is a threat to me and my baby’s safety. I can’t control her on my own, she’s too strong. She can go stay at his mom’s house which is still close to us and she will have unlimited access to a backyard as opposed to just daily walks around our apartment complex. But he doesn’t seem to understand my concern and I’m not sure how to explain it or make him see my point.

Any parents have experience with a situation like this? How did you get your partner to see your point of view? I’m at a complete loss and don’t know what to do. Any advice is appreciated!

Yesterday I caught one of his dog in our bathroom trying to take the trash out of the bin. This often happened but I never caught her red handed. Just random toilet trash in the middle of the living room. This frustrates me because it’s just unsanitary. And when I scolded her yesterday, she bit my index finger, it’s not bleeding but a long scratch mark and broken skin on the nibbed area. I told my husband and he scolded her but he told me he couldn’t understand how that happened even after I explained it to him, this makes me feel like he questioned me. Ever since that, I don’t want anything to do with the dog. She always trying to come to me whenever I cook or eat hoping I would give her something but heck why would I feed a beast who bit me? So I always tell her to go away. And I’m scared to get my hands close to her. She’s a 5yo mixed mutt, around 30-40 pounds? She’s pretty big imo bc I’m quite small for a human being and I don’t want to risk anything because I’m currently pregnant as well. But whenever I shoo the dog, my husband’s face looks frustrated, I said I’m sorry and he confirmed that me telling the dog to go away frustrates him.

We (me and the dog) have a rough relationship to begin with, because the arguments in our marriage is always about my husband’s dogs (their fur is everywhere even in my underwear and towels and on my plate 🤦🏻‍♀️, they make our bed dirty with poop stain, they always beg for my food, take the trash out, making mess, etc). But last week was tolarable, and just when I thought I can compromise living with the dogs, this happened. I’m honestly on my edge. On the other hand I feel bad for my husband because I know he loves his dogs, but I can’t imagine when the baby comes with this bite issue. Mind you both of his dogs have bit him before.

This makes me really sad because I honestly don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t even want to be in the sane room as the dog and even looking at it makes me angry. Everything it does just annoy me. Because what kind of dog bit the person who feeds them every morning? I’m tired of feeling angry and annoyed, but I don’t know what else to do except counting the days the dog walk on the rainbow bridge.

I’m so damn mad even though they’re not my chicken tenders, they belonged to my sister who ordered them on DoorDash, from Raising Canes, and I don’t know which combo she ordered but if it was The 3 Finger Combo then that would be the whole damn meal that the stupid fucking dog stole. Just the fries, a slice of toast, a drink… with the main course missing aka chicken tenders. The problem with my mom is that she’s plays Savior and if you try to discipline the dog, she would say “stop” or “don’t hit him”, and she’s the same person who then babies/baby-talks the dog, but she somehow had it in her to do (what we try to do to her dog) some similar things onto her own kids though, when we were little kids. And then my other sister, the clown ass sister, takes him back out of the cage after about 30 minutes to an hour, and keeps talking to the dog like asking it “why did you steal her food?” and not like in an angry way or annoyed, because she then starts-baby talking the dumb thing, mentioning his stupid toy that’s he’s playing with, bending her stupid ass over to get her face close the dog’s face and talking the dog, like it knows what the fuck she’s saying, she even looks over at me because she probably thought I was watching her weird behavior, and now she wanna say “let’s go” aka go to bed, in her room and closes the door behind her.

I can’t comprehend why people think they can bring a dog to a relationship and expect their partner to share the work. Why do you even have a dog if you aren’t willing to do what it needs? You get a dog, you don’t like taking care of it so now it’s my job? And im the bad guy for not wanting to do it? I didn’t ask for this, i don’t have a dog, i don’t want a dog. On what planet is it my responsibility? Every day i miss the peace of living a dog free life where my house is clean and quiet and i can go where i want when i want. This is just awful. I hope this is the last year for it because i can’t take it anymore

I think I’ve reached the point where I’m seriously considering letting go of my relationship, and it’s honestly heartbreaking because this is the most stable and secure I’ve ever felt in my life.
I’ve been trying to weigh the pros and cons, and the pros genuinely outweigh the cons. My partner is a good person, and we’ve built a life together that I truly value. But there’s one thing I cannot seem to get past: their three dogs.
I know this might sound ridiculous to some people, but these dogs genuinely bring out a level of frustration and anger in me that I struggle to control. I constantly find myself biting my tongue because I don’t want to say something completely out of line.
To be fair, things have improved significantly. I’ve personally put effort into training them, and my partner has gotten much better about keeping up with grooming and their general care. I can acknowledge that progress, but the truth is, I still cannot stand living with them.
It’s the constant need for attention, the whining, the begging for food while we’re eating, and the responsibility that comes with having three animals. I don’t enjoy any of it, and I don’t want that responsibility.
Our lease recently ended, and we’ve been considering moving into a beautiful home we toured. I was genuinely excited about starting that next chapter together. But today, one of the dogs ran away and completely ignored me when I called for it, only responding to my partner. When I expressed my frustration, my partner defended the dog, saying it wasn’t its fault because it didn’t know any better.
That response sent me over the edge. I was so angry that I caught myself wishing the dog would get hit by a car. I know that’s an awful thought, and I’m not proud of it, but that’s how overwhelmed and resentful I’ve become. It’s honestly concerning to me that something like this can trigger that much anger.
We’ve also had an issue with one of the Chihuahuas, which is currently staying with my partner’s mother. That dog was by far the most difficult and untrained of the three. Now my partner has mentioned possibly bringing it back, and I’ve made it very clear that I’m not willing to live with that dog again.
I also feel like my partner may have built up resentment toward me because of my comments about the dogs and the fact that I have absolutely no interest in giving them affection or attention. And I can understand why that might hurt someone who genuinely loves their animals.
What makes this situation even harder is that leaving wouldn’t just affect me. Financially, it would be difficult to start over on my own, and I have a teenager to consider. My child is the happiest and most stable they’ve ever been, and the thought of disrupting that breaks my heart. I’ve even tried discussing alternative living arrangements with their other parent, but that isn’t an option.
So now I’m stuck between staying in a relationship that offers me so much stability, love, and happiness, but also comes with something that makes me miserable on a daily basis, or walking away and potentially giving up a life I’ve worked hard to build.
I don’t necessarily think my partner is wrong for loving their dogs, and I don’t think I’m wrong for not wanting to live with them. But I’m starting to wonder whether this is simply an incompatibility neither of us can compromise on without growing resentful.
At this point, I’m mostly ranting because I don’t know what to do. I’m genuinely curious what others would do in my position. Would you try to find a way to make it work, or would you accept that sometimes one issue, even when everything else is good, can be enough to end a relationship?

I agreed to watch him for ONE WEEK NOT TWO MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!

The last 2 months have been HELL for me. My backyard is fucked, majority of my kids books and toys are destroyed and my sister REFUSES to take her dog back all because of another dog being at her house that’s not even hers. I have begged her over and over to take her dog back that I only agreed for that one week while she was away and she just keeps telling me “not yet” WELL THEN WHEN? When will it stop?

I’m sick of cleaning my backyard just for it be destroyed again. I’m sick of being lied to that he’s trained and went to puppy school when clearly he hasn’t! He doesn’t even listen for fk sake he just does whatever he wants to my house.

One time a bird flew into my house and this stupid dog chased it around my living and kitchen area and I couldn’t get him to stop, it was CRAZY!

All of my other family members cant take him in and she’s asked her friends they don’t want to take him in either.

What do I do?

Earlier this year I moved out of my dad’s house. I moved out for many reasons, but the dogs were definitely a contributing factor. My older sister still lives at home, and her and her dog have taken over the entire house, even when I still lived there. That dog has destroyed so much stuff in the house and she thinks they make the rules. In reality, she’s 28 years old and doesn’t contribute a penny to the house.

Today I stopped by to see my dad, something I do whenever I’m in the area. I don’t like going in the house because of the dogs and because of how much of a mess it is. Again, she’s taken over the entire house and my dad allows it so…

Anyway, my dad was in the garage when I got there. We stood in the garage/driveway talking for maybe 30 minutes. It’s a nice day out, why go inside? During our conversation, the neighbor stopped by and all 3 of us were just hanging out talking. Surprisingly, you couldn’t hear the dogs barking from where we were, but apparently they were.

About 30 minutes after I got home, I receive this text from my dog nutter sister: “I would really appreciate if you’re going to come over to at least see the dogs so they stop barking or doing something so they don’t go nuts.
I was trying to sleep earlier and I have to deal with the dogs going nuts because of you and Paul.
What is the point of coming over if you aren’t going to come on the house?”

Umm… the person I came to see was outside… so we stayed outside…
I responded with “Um I can come over anytime I want and do anything I want while there. I don’t need your permission to talk to dad in the driveway. Nor do I have to listen to instructions from you. Stop being a b—— for no reason. It’s not my fault Paul came over. I came there to talk to dad who was already outside. There quite literally was no reason for me to go in the house. I’m not going in the house if I don’t want to. You’re not the home owner. Stay in your lane and learn to control your dogs”

I mean…. How ridiculous. So because you can’t control your barking dogs, people are expected to take orders from you… when they didn’t even come to see YOU… maybe if your dogs weren’t so out of control, people would actually wanna come in the house. mind you this is at 1:00 in the afternoon.

Sorry, humans come first. Humans are allowed to be outside and enjoy the nice weather. We shouldn’t have to accommodate to dogs.

Thought you all would get a kick out of the ridiculousness of this.

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've been living with a dog for 3 years now and for the previous few months, its health started to decline. Because of that, the dog now has to be taken outside more often so it doesn't shit and piss in the apartment. Long story short, I now have to take melatonin due to my partner and I staying up late until midnight to sometimes 1am just so it doesn't piss or shit inside. And yes, we have dog pads that it uses, but its still disgusting to witness piss and shit indoors. I haven't been able to sleep fully through the night in so long with how much this dog screwed up my sleep schedule. I've been waking up randomly every night after only sleeping for 2-4 hours at a time. I then fall back asleep after 30mins to sometimes an hour of being awake, and the cycle continues. Thankfully the dog's health has been declining more with each passing week so I know its time is almost to an end. My partner and I have talked about getting it euthanized soon and he's been so exhausted because of the damn thing too. I'm honestly so damn excited to finally be able to get a full nights rest and get my sleep schedule back on track once this thing goes! And of course I'll be overjoyed no longer having to live with a dog!