A quick preface: I am not an animal lover. Don't get me wrong, I'm not cruel to animals, I don't hunt, I don't kick the dogs, etc. But animals just don't give me any joy whatsoever, other than going to the zoo from time to time to admire them from time to time. But as far as having pets, I'm extremely apathetic toward them (though I still split responsibility), since I just can't fake happiness toward them like my wife does (since she treats them like they're her biological children).
So my wife has these two dogs she got years ago with her ex (an animal lover), and got incredibly attached to them. Like, insane attached. How attached? Well, when they broke up and she got her belongings from his house, she stole the dogs. She's never made much money, and these dogs have been an expense on her that she's never been able to afford. She's insanely credited them for getting her through emotional hard times, and is relatively nutty about them in many regards.
Some of her antics are that she refuses to sleep away from the dogs, and she's had them brought up to where they sleep on the bed. She's otherwise careless with them, in terms of her responsibility with them when I'm not home, so while they'll be fed, I can expect the carpet to be soiled many times over because she's not on top of them. Instead of scolding them when they act up, she talks to them as if they can reason the words that come out of her mouth. She refuses to discipline them (like sending them to their crates) when they act up.
So anyway, one of the dogs is cool. The other one is strangely human. I'm not kidding, it's like something out of a horror movie. The damn dog gives me the creeps. If the dog acts up, and knows that I'm going to send it to the crate, it will soil itself just to piss me off. It follows my wife to the bathroom, because it can't stand to be away from her for more than 10 seconds. One time, my wife went out of town while we were living apart, and I took care of the dogs. However, I don't allow them to sleep on the bed, so I blocked off access so that the dog wouldn't jump on it. What does it do? Poop.
We just got an overpriced townhome together, and it's very nice. It's our first place together, and it was a lot of trouble to obtain, let alone keep, since we've fallen on harder times. The deal was that the dogs would not be allowed in the master bedroom upstairs, and my wife welched on that. That they'd be walked regularly, but my wife welched on that one too. The house smells like dog, the carpet is ruined already, and we can't go 3 days without the same stupid dog going to the bathroom somewhere inside.
So now that I've grounded the dogs for peeing on the carpet after I cleaned the entire house, my wife refuses to sleep in the bedroom (she'll sleep on the couch in the living room). When they're upstairs, she keeps the collars on, so she can hear while they jingle around all night as I try and fall asleep for work. She HAS to be in the same room with them, and since the master bedroom doesn't have a door, she barricades it every single night with junk so that the dogs can't go anywhere (even though they won't).
I've tried everything, and it's clear that the dogs come first. I've simply had it, since my house is ruined, my marriage is in constant disagreement, and I'm at the end of my wits all because of the disobedient dog, and my wife's infatuation with it.
And please, real suggestions, tips, and advice. I'm already married to the President of the Adopted Dog Cult, so I know all the rules of the manifesto they're forced to memorize that essentially makes me wrong, cruel, inhumane, and a cross of Hitler and Pol Pot because I believe in treating a dog like a dog, and not an adopted child.
So my wife has these two dogs she got years ago with her ex (an animal lover), and got incredibly attached to them. Like, insane attached. How attached? Well, when they broke up and she got her belongings from his house, she stole the dogs. She's never made much money, and these dogs have been an expense on her that she's never been able to afford. She's insanely credited them for getting her through emotional hard times, and is relatively nutty about them in many regards.
Some of her antics are that she refuses to sleep away from the dogs, and she's had them brought up to where they sleep on the bed. She's otherwise careless with them, in terms of her responsibility with them when I'm not home, so while they'll be fed, I can expect the carpet to be soiled many times over because she's not on top of them. Instead of scolding them when they act up, she talks to them as if they can reason the words that come out of her mouth. She refuses to discipline them (like sending them to their crates) when they act up.
So anyway, one of the dogs is cool. The other one is strangely human. I'm not kidding, it's like something out of a horror movie. The damn dog gives me the creeps. If the dog acts up, and knows that I'm going to send it to the crate, it will soil itself just to piss me off. It follows my wife to the bathroom, because it can't stand to be away from her for more than 10 seconds. One time, my wife went out of town while we were living apart, and I took care of the dogs. However, I don't allow them to sleep on the bed, so I blocked off access so that the dog wouldn't jump on it. What does it do? Poop.
We just got an overpriced townhome together, and it's very nice. It's our first place together, and it was a lot of trouble to obtain, let alone keep, since we've fallen on harder times. The deal was that the dogs would not be allowed in the master bedroom upstairs, and my wife welched on that. That they'd be walked regularly, but my wife welched on that one too. The house smells like dog, the carpet is ruined already, and we can't go 3 days without the same stupid dog going to the bathroom somewhere inside.
So now that I've grounded the dogs for peeing on the carpet after I cleaned the entire house, my wife refuses to sleep in the bedroom (she'll sleep on the couch in the living room). When they're upstairs, she keeps the collars on, so she can hear while they jingle around all night as I try and fall asleep for work. She HAS to be in the same room with them, and since the master bedroom doesn't have a door, she barricades it every single night with junk so that the dogs can't go anywhere (even though they won't).
I've tried everything, and it's clear that the dogs come first. I've simply had it, since my house is ruined, my marriage is in constant disagreement, and I'm at the end of my wits all because of the disobedient dog, and my wife's infatuation with it.
And please, real suggestions, tips, and advice. I'm already married to the President of the Adopted Dog Cult, so I know all the rules of the manifesto they're forced to memorize that essentially makes me wrong, cruel, inhumane, and a cross of Hitler and Pol Pot because I believe in treating a dog like a dog, and not an adopted child.
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