I hate my f****** dog. We rescued him about 2-3 years ago from a horrible situation, and I wish we’d just f****** left him there to rot. He’s a p************ who takes up more money than he’s worth and he’s nothing more than a burden to my life; but somehow, my husband has gotten attached to him, so now there’s no getting rid of him. But I know my resentment and hatred will only grow stronger. I find myself hoping he will just get sick and die soon, or that maybe he’ll escape while he’s outside and run away, or get hit by a car and killed.