Anonymous wrote:I feel the same way, OP, but no dog. Always had dogs growing up, but we were rural and the dogs ran free, came home for meals, sleep, and cuddles, plus the adults took care of them. Loved all those dogs.
My child wants a dog badly, he is a serious dog person, has a whole relationship with the dog next door and other dogs in his life. I have been SO tempted, because fulfilling his dream of his own puppy would be so sweet.
We dog-sat for 2 different dogs over the past year and I hated it, even though my DH did most of the work. I liked bringing dog along for my walks in nice weather. But I hated: Anxiety over the kid opening door, for fear dog would run out into city street; poop/pee/vomit accidents in my house; fur; taking up my bed space like a brick; following me around so I nearly trip; walks outside when it's cold/rainy.
I considered I would get over the above if I were bonded to the dog. ... I had a dog in younger adulthood I loved with all my heart. I cleaned his puke gladly when he was ill and forked over $1000 to the vet to figure out why. This dog was the real deal, the dog-love of my life.
I see some of my friends chase that. They keep getting more dogs in hopes of recapturing what they had with that one perfect dog.
I think I can't deal with kids AND dog. There is no room in my heart, the kids take up all of that space for me. I have ADHD though, and am middle-aged, so my capacity for "extra" is much smaller.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I can so relate. I had a dog in my 20s. What I now realize was a dream dog. Just a really easy chill dog. I now have a neurotic, needy, destroying, tries to sleep lying ON TOP of me dog. I kind of love him but yesterday he ate a $80 bra. He’s 18 months and on Prozac and I pay a dog walker daily and geez. What a mistake. Wrong breed I guess. Or
No crate? I'd never allow my dog who ate my stuff to just wander the house. Ours is crated at night and whenever I can't keep an eye on her.
No he’s crated he’s just effing fast and apparently my boob sweat tastes delicious. He was sitting sweetly playing with a dog toy at one moment and the next moment he’d darted his nose into the (lidded) laundry hamper fished out a bra and ran off and by the time I yelled drop and he dropped there was a big gash in the lace.
If he wasn’t crated I would have no house left. My only hope is that he’ll settle down around age 2. Or people keep telling me to get a second dog to keep him company which sounds like really bad advice.
Anonymous wrote:My kids BEGGED me for a dog for ten years, I mean seriously begged. One of them is just obsessed with animals to the point I think he’ll be a vet or something. ...
The problem is I hate it. I hate how much it’s changed our life. The kids help, yes, but most of the care falls to me of course (as I knew would happen). I hate walking the dog, I hate how much mess there is related to the dog, I hate having to contain the dog when service people or visitors come, ...
Anonymous wrote:My kids BEGGED me for a dog for ten years, I mean seriously begged. One of them is just obsessed with animals to the point I think he’ll be a vet or something. We finally caved right before the pandemic and got them a dog and they are so so happy. They really never complain about having to take care of the dog and really and truly, I am happy they are happy.
The problem is I hate it. I hate how much it’s changed our life. The kids help, yes, but most of the care falls to me of course (as I knew would happen). I hate walking the dog, I hate how much mess there is related to the dog, I hate having to contain the dog when service people or visitors come, I hate being followed around by the dog, I hate that we got an invite to go away last minute this weekend but can’t because we’d have to find dog care and spend hundreds of dollars. I hate being interrupted in the middle of work. Etc etc.
I swear to god I am a great dog mom - the dog loves me and I really do a great job of faking not being miserable for the kids’ sake but I was really thinking I would grow to love having a dog and I just don’t. How do I cope? Just like any other drudgery with parenting, I guess? Just keep going for the kids?
Anonymous wrote:Solidarity. I could have written this post. We had a dog for ten years who we rescued from the pound and I had no idea that all dogs weren't like him. Happy with a walk and some attention but otherwise would just chill all day. We have a poodle now (kid allergic) and she is like this nervous mentally insane person who paces the house looking for inappropriate objects to eat and swallow even after miles in rock creek park, playtime, training, etc. We bought her a bed but she never lies down.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I can so relate. I had a dog in my 20s. What I now realize was a dream dog. Just a really easy chill dog. I now have a neurotic, needy, destroying, tries to sleep lying ON TOP of me dog. I kind of love him but yesterday he ate a $80 bra. He’s 18 months and on Prozac and I pay a dog walker daily and geez. What a mistake. Wrong breed I guess. Or
No crate? I'd never allow my dog who ate my stuff to just wander the house. Ours is crated at night and whenever I can't keep an eye on her.
No he’s crated he’s just effing fast and apparently my boob sweat tastes delicious. He was sitting sweetly playing with a dog toy at one moment and the next moment he’d darted his nose into the (lidded) laundry hamper fished out a bra and ran off and by the time I yelled drop and he dropped there was a big gash in the lace.
If he wasn’t crated I would have no house left. My only hope is that he’ll settle down around age 2. Or people keep telling me to get a second dog to keep him company which sounds like really bad advice.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I can so relate. I had a dog in my 20s. What I now realize was a dream dog. Just a really easy chill dog. I now have a neurotic, needy, destroying, tries to sleep lying ON TOP of me dog. I kind of love him but yesterday he ate a $80 bra. He’s 18 months and on Prozac and I pay a dog walker daily and geez. What a mistake. Wrong breed I guess. Or
No crate? I'd never allow my dog who ate my stuff to just wander the house. Ours is crated at night and whenever I can't keep an eye on her.