I Love My Boyfriend....but Not His Dog
When I first started dating my boyfriend I didn't really mind the fact that he had dogs. Dogs that lived in the house with him that is. Don't get me wrong, I grew up always having a dog as the family pet, but our dog always lived outside and was never let in the house unless it was -40 out and he was freezing his *** off, even then he mostly got put in the shop. My boyfriend has always had his dog in the house, on his couches, in his bedroom and yikes! in his bed. Yes, you heard me, the dogs slept in the bed under the covers. He would take them into the bathroom while he had a shower or bath. They went in his car leaving hair and dirty windows and a smell only a dog lover wouldn't gag over.
Well, I love my boyfriend and no dog is going to stop that. So, he moves 450 miles just to come live with me so that we could be together. Now that I am with the dog all the time, it is not something that I can tolerate after all. The dog is not allowed in the bed, on the bed or on the couches and he agreed to that. But my goodness, it makes me so mad to be cleaning up after the dog all the damn time. Hair everywhere so I vacuum everyday. The dog smells but because of her 'sensitive' skin she only gets bathed a couple times a month maximum. She has to sleep in the bedroom on the floor beside him. She farts, grinds her teeth, chews her toenails, makes noises while she sleeps and generally just annoys the hell out of me. Then she gets to have a bone as a treat. Some treat. A rawhide bone that she chews and gnaws on until it is gone leaving behind a big pile of drool on the carpet. Now tell me that doesn't add to the stink of the house.
She is in the kitchen at meal time looking for something to eat. Nosing around the table and bugging me and the kids. I have since said that she is not allowed in the kitchen at mealtime anymore. And the **** all over the lawn. Okay, it is winter now so even nicer, yellow piles of snow everywhere and piles of ****....so much for my kids being able to play in the backyard. We have to make sure things like teddy bears, socks, hair scrunchies, gloves, etc. are picked up and not just picked up, they have to be out of her reach or she will take them. She has the run of the house and it is making me angry. I wish she would just die sometimes actually most of the time now.
My boyfriend seems to think that dogs rank up there with humans and deserve the same status, often making comments that she is like his kid. Not me. A dog is a dog. They belong outside in my opinion, on the farm preferably. Having grown up on the farm I am accustomed to going through dogs like wild fire. You name it and it has happened, we probably had at least 10 different dogs by the time us kids were out of the house so I am not the type to get overly attached to pets. Sure I like them, I will play with them but they live outside and if they die, well, we can always just get another one, it's that simple.
My boyfriends dog is not a little dog either, it is a pitbull. She is a nice dog but still drives me crazy all the same. I am at the end of my rope and have seriously considered having him get his own place so that I don't have to deal with it anymore. Once she dies then we can resume living together but until then continue dating, living in separate households. I did mention that we could make her an area in the heated garage, have a doggie door installed that gave her access to a dog run and not have the entire yard as her own. He said no. It would be too traumatic for her since she has been an indoor dog her whole life. Hello? Is the garage not an indoor location? Heated with her own couch and a rug on the floor so she can feel 'at home'. What the hell am I gonna do?