I really hate my dog. She was my first. I picked her up off the street and gave her a home, envisioning adventures, companionship, and the american dream. But the truth is, she’s terrible and I’m selfish. I want peace and quiet and a clean house. She’s neurotic and whines all day, pacing back and forth, back and forth, whine whine whine. I’ve clicker-trained her, bought her expensive toys, and tried for weeks to patiently counter-condition her anxiety. She stares creepily at me all day as i’m working. The second I twitch, she scrambles up, whining and begging to go outside. She’s a f****** basket case, and being around her is depressing.
I admit it: I had no idea what I was getting myself into, and I’m selfish. I just don’t love this animal enough to spend the ridiculous amounts of time, money and energy to make her happy. She really isn’t that cute, either. Everything I’ve done to try and fix her was mostly out of guilt and responsibility rather than love, but it’s not enough.
But what I hate more than my dog are f****** dog people who just think i’m not trying hard enough. Seriously, F*** YOU. All you can see is the dog’s suffering and you villainize me for not having the capacity to deal with it. Life would be so much easier if I were St.FuckingFrancis but I’m not. We are both suffering and I just want it to stop.
Please, someone just take my f****** dog.
