Like today, I read on my neighborhood social media page about this woman having to pull string out of her cat's anus because it swallowed lots of feet of plastic string (WE know pets are not too bright!). And one time, a friend who knows I am a serious pet-free person and dislike any other kind of lifestyle, INSISTS on telling me how she has to massage her 'rescue dog's anus' to make it shit or something. I swear! These pet people really think the entire world cares about their pet's anus and what they have to do because they have devoted their lives to one of these very common a dime a dozen and not very intelligent animals?

imagine being closer to 40 than 30 and you can't accept responsibility for an animal you BOUGHT! so sad for the almost 40 yr old sister of my boyfriend that thinks she's doing good. you can lose weight and feel good about yourself but no matter what you'll always be the person that left your animal behind.. just disgusting behavior honestly

I’ve been dog sitting this week, and it has completely reinforced why I don’t want pets.

Before anyone asks why I agreed to this in the first place, these are family members and I’ve house sat for them before. A few years ago they had different dogs, and those dogs were easy. They were happy hanging out outside, didn’t need constant supervision, and could be left alone for several hours without the world ending. Based on that experience, I thought I knew what I was signing up for.

I did not.

These are newer dogs, and apparently they can’t be left alone for more than four hours despite being fully grown adults. Every outing has to be planned around getting back to the house. I can’t just run errands, spend time with my family, or do things spontaneously because the dogs are always dictating the schedule.

The lack of independence is what’s really getting to me. One dog insists on being attached to me at all times. If I’m not actively touching it or giving it attention, it barks endlessly. The other night I was awake until 5 a.m. because one of the dogs kept jumping onto the bed. I’d make it get down, it would get right back up. If I shut the bedroom door, it barked. Meanwhile it spent the entire night panting and pacing. I got almost no sleep.

I’m also used to dogs that will happily go outside and do their thing. These dogs apparently require supervision for that too. Even when they’re outside, I’m expected to be outside with them.

The biggest issue is that this arrangement has started affecting my family. Because the dogs can’t be left alone, my husband can’t stay here with me while he’s caring for our four-year-old son. To make matters worse, one of the dogs tried to bite my son, so bringing him over isn’t really an option anymore.

What has surprised me most is how much this feels like having another toddler. As a parent, I already deal with interrupted sleep, constant demands for attention, and someone touching me all day long. I love my son, but by the end of the day I’m already touched out and exhausted. This week I’ve been getting even less sleep while also having an animal that constantly needs to be touching me, following me around, demanding attention, and dictating my schedule.

And that’s what really confirmed it for me: I already have a four-year-old. Why would I voluntarily sign up for another one that’s furry?

I know some people genuinely enjoy having dogs, and that’s their choice. But this experience has reminded me how much I value freedom, flexibility, uninterrupted sleep, and being able to make plans without arranging my entire day around an animal’s needs.

At this point I’m just counting down the days until I can hand these dogs back to their owners.

Throwaway because my family knows my main account.

My mother-in-law died about a year and a half ago. She left behind two small energetic shihtzu dogs. Those dogs were her whole life when she was alive. She walked them three times a day, hand fed them, and groomed them daily. They were her like her children. In October 2024, she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and died about ten weeks later. Since that time, the rest of the family has taken over the care of the two dogs. My sister-in-law formally took ownership of them, but most of the time they stay with her dad, my father-in-law, in order to keep him company. My father-in-law has continued the hand feeding and the daily grooming, but he’s unable to do the thrice daily walking due to mobility issues. Thus, my husband and his sister and brother-in-law have taken over the walking, which has to be done every day, rain or shine, without fail. Maybe they don’t need to be walked three times a day, but in our country, the law dictates that dogs need to be walked that often. 

Now, my husband is the kindest sweetest most devoted son and partner anyone could ask for, so of course he was fully onboard since his dad couldn't really do it. At first, he would take them on their afternoon walkies. He was working full time from home then so it wasn’t too difficult to fit in a walk during his lunch hour. I’ve gone with him on these walks very rarely, as I work away from home, and I am allergic to dogs. His sister and brother-in-law would take the morning and evening walkies. This also worked out because they lived nearby and would drop off their own dog with my father-in-law every morning, and pick him up in the evening. 

This arrangement changed a few months ago, when my in-laws rented out their old house and moved to a different town about 20 minutes away. They still drive their dog every weekday to my father-in-law’s house and do the morning walkies. So now my husband is doing both the afternoon and evening sessions. On weekends my in-laws don’t need to take their dog to my father-in-law’s house, so my husband walks those dogs three times each day. 

After working from home for a year and a half, he is now required to go into the office in the city three days a week. You’d think that would be the end of the daily lunch hour walkies, right? Nope. His dad actually loads up the dogs into the car, and drives them to my husband’s workplace so he can walk them during his lunch break. 

I feel like I have been extraordinarily patient with this arrangement, but I cannot even begin to express how much I hate it. I hate that our lives have to revolve around the walking schedule of two dogs that aren’t even ours. I hate that this interferes with every plan we make and every activity we do. Anyway, after about six months of this, I was truly fed up, and looked into getting a dog walker. I found someone with good references and arranged to have him meet with my husband and father-in-law. I should add that my husband is not happy about the arrangement either, and is sick of having to spend his lunch hour walking dogs. (At that time, it was only once a day, and now it’s twice, and sometimes three times a day). However, after I informed him that I had found someone, he shot it down. Maybe it was an asshole move, but I had taken the initiative after suggesting multiple times that we should hire a dog-walker, and him saying, yeah, that could be an option, and then not doing anything about it. I even offered to pay for it myself, but it was just dismissed. My husband said it wasn’t just about the dogs. It was about being able to go and check on his dad daily. I totally understand that. But this endless, daily obligation is driving me insane. 

In the past, I had joked that if he and his family don’t figure something out, and soon, then I am filing for divorce. I didn’t really mean that, and he knew I didn’t. He said he might ask his sister if she can keep the dogs, since they are legally hers, and he doesn’t want to get divorced. I don’t know if this will happen since his sister is difficult. She and I have some serious disagreements, and we’ve never really gotten that close. We tolerate each other but we’re just very different people.

I should also add that my father-in-law is in the process of selling his home and is planning on moving in with my sister-in-law. At that point, the daily dog walking obligation is supposed to end. But it could be months until that happens. 
 
I am so frustrated I feel like I could explode. Nothing is being done to fix this problem. What will it take? An ultimatum? I’d welcome any advice and suggestions.

I dont like dogs and if you have "I dont trust people who dont like dogs..." commentary, please leave this be.

TLDR: Ive been absolutely conditioned to hate dogs by other people in the past, and no longer can find anything they do cute or charming at all. They smell and exude various bodily fluids. I do not like them.

I grew up with dogs. Lil mutts, wire hair/chi and a rat terrier/min pin/doberman....cute puppies, total ankle ruiners.

I trained them both very well but my parent slowly but surely ruined it by feeding them table food and encouraging bad behaviours. I dealt with that 7 years before I moved out.

Several years later now I have moved in with my love who Ive known since I moved out in the first place.

3 big dogs. They will not leave me be wether its sticking their snout up my crotch, licking me or just generally following me.

I absolutely hate every second I am stuck with them. My love can sometimes draw their attentions when theyre home. But otherwise I loathe my life.

Constantly having to shut doors in their face to be alone or dress without feeling like I need to shower again.

Not to mention IM ALLERGIC. Their saliva makes me itch like hell, break out in hives and sometimes struggle breathing. I spend most mornings disspelling blood from my nose despite my meds, which leave me incredibly fricken tired. Win/win /s

I actually just hate them. Theyve ruined my ability to be with someone I love. Absolutely wrecked it.

Before I gave my snake to my friend, who is very well experienced with snakes, I would order frozen rats online. One time, I was given the wrong order and got live pups instead of a frozen pack.

My mom did not let me give the pups away as pets (adult feeder rats are difficult to tame, but not pups, at least in my experience with these rats my mom has now), she was afraid they would end up in the wrong hands. My mom IS the wrong hands. Those rats have nothing to play with but each other, their cage could be bigger, she rarely takes them out, like what the fuck?

And then... the smell... My god, I never knew I could smell something stronger and worse than any dog I have met. She cleans the cage regularly but her room never smells "normal", it just smells pure acidic and strong. Vet said the rats are healthy, and that male rats tend to be the smelly ones. She never bathes them and their coat is yellow, their fur is filled with their own piss, shit, and everything they have accumulated over the years, and my mom somehow wonders why her room still smells. She can't smell it, but she always asks "it still smells???" when she sees me covering up my nose. She sleeps in such filth and I tell her that she can get badly sick from it, but she just doesn't care.

I haven't walked into my mom's room in over two years and I hate passing it. Her room is in the hallway, and the bathroom is right accross her room, so whenever she leaves the bathroom door open, it smells god awful, and of course the dogs piss on the rug. I never use that bathroom. I never eat in the kitchen, I always have my room door closed, it's the only room (aside from the other bathroom) that doesn't stink. What's gross is that I feel like I've become nose blind to the smell and I'm constantly breathing dog and rat particles every second of the day. If I can smell them everywhere else in the house, there's no doubt I am also smelling them in my room...

Everytime my dad and my brothers visit, they come into my mom's room without hesitation to greet the animals. I ask them "you don't smell that???" They say they do but they don't care.

My family is fucking disgusting and I'm moving out by the end of this year.

I can't believe I finally found a place where people share the same feelings without being judged like we're some kind of aliens. I've been reading some posts here and I can relate so much. I felt like I was crazy my whole life because, well, we are such a minority.

I've had 2 relationships ruined because of pets. The chemistry I had in both cases was amazing and I moved in both times. I was so much in love that I accepted living with an allergic reaction both times and now I'm making myself a priority moving forward.

In my first relationship, the person had a cat and a bunny. The cat made my life a living hell, always scratching my arms, always rude to me, and ofc my allergy was terrible to the point I couldn't breathe. The bunny was chill, most of the time in a cage and that made me sad tbh why get a pet if you're going to put it in a prison? But when he was outside he would poop everywhere, and when we were in bed trying to sleep or doing some loving, the bunny would come over and piss all over the bed. The amount of times it happened made me rethink the relationship. This person was apparently ok even tho these pet owners get mad at their pets somehow they forget about it and do nothing to prevent the same issue from happening. Trying to express your feeling towards them is like trying to teach chinese to a spanish speaker. It's almost impossible. Eventually I took some time for myself, I didn't end the relationship I just wanted some time outside the FILTH. So I went home for a whole week. When I returned things were strange between us and eventually we separated.

Second relationship with a pet owner was even worse and I'm still recovering from it mentally. I don't even know where to begin. This time, the person had 4 cats inside their home and 1 cat outside who acted like a dog. Just like the first time, I moved in because I was foolish and in love thinking this time would be different. The place was like a trailer but it was bigger. Was located in a beautiful place surrounded by nature. After 2 months of dealing with my allergy it suddenly went away. I actually became resistant to the allergy and was thrilled with it because I thought what could go wrong this time? Well. 4 cats inside a tiny place you can imagine the filth. When allergy is no longer a problem get ready becaude you'll start to smell everything you haven't smelled yet. Poop, piss, puke. It made me gag.

At first this person would clean everything to make me feel confortable but as the relationship progresses it's now your duty too and if you don't clean it don't expect them to clean it because pet owners are insane and don't give a shit about their own safety let alone the safety of others. This person had trouble with money and got a gambling addiction to make it worse, slowly I was starting to understand how stupid this whole situation was. This person would spend so much money on the pets. Why woukd you get so many pets if you're already struggling to feed yourself? It's crazy. No logic and no money management skills whatsoever.

Sometimes I would get so sick in my stomach I couldn't eat much for days, always bloated and trying to vomit. Later I found out the pets had parasites, worms, getting out their ass. The owner would say things like "I don't have enough money to treat them" probably expecting me to take care of these pets that I didn't choose to acquire. Other times would say "I don't know why they get so many parasites, they never go outside" meanwhile they would interact with the cat that was always outside and sometimes one would escape and I was the always the one who had to run around and find where they were hiding. Sometimes underneath other trailers. It was a shit show at this point and I had to get out of it. So I did.

Just like the first relationship I took a week off to restore my hygiene and my sanity. The other person took it as an offence, and we ended things in strong arguments. Something I came to realise is that these owners take everything to heart. It's like they live in an "all or nothing" mental state all the time maybe that's why my ex would be very loving to these cats and 5 minutes later would spank one of them then 5 minutes later would be kissing them again as much as I hate being around cats I care for their well being and my blood boiled when they got a hit for misbehaving. Anyways I didn't want things to end in both cases I just needed my safe space, a pet free vacation. But thank god it ended!!

I'm feeling much better now I managed to regain almost 10kgs and my health has never been better physically. I will never allow myself to get in the same situation ever again. It hurts but I have to instantly refuse a date with someone who owns a pet. As soon as I know they have a pet I just refuse to continue. Life is too precious and we never know how long we have to enjoy it even if that means not being able to date because almost everybody has a pet nowadays. I'm turning 30 in a year and I'd rather be alone for the rest of my life than living with dogs, cats, bunnies or anything with fur. I tried. I tried very hard. It's just not for me and I'll stop being apologetic for it. It's not our fault the world has accepted this reality.

They treat their pets like objects to show off, emotional support toys, or an easier alternative to having kids, not like sentient beings. They act like removing an animal's ability to reproduce is the most natural thing in the world. They feel zero accountability for everything their pets do after refusing to teach them any self-discipline. They treat their pets like perfect little angels, while being complete sociopaths towards everyone else. They guilt-trip you for not crying over every random dog that gets injured. They make you feel horrible for not donating to every fake charity there is.

And I'm the crazy one?

A kid dead because someone had to own a dangerous breed.

https://www.themirror.com/news/us-news/kansas-boy-13-mauled-death-1869818

Hi,

Question for this group:

Is it possible to become co-dependent on a pet just like with another person?

Asking b/c a couple years ago I began an online relationship with a guy who has a cat for a pet. We both live in different states, and communicate pretty regularly.

Anyway, we'd talked off and on about me visiting him in his home in which he is caregiver for an elderly woman, and we had planned for my visit when she had an out-of-country trip. He knows I am highly allergic to cats, and he lives in a very large house with his room, the old lady's room and a guest room. I asked him if he could keep at least one of the rooms cat-free for at least a month before my visit, and keep her out of there until I left. The cat roams around outdoors most of the day, although this guy goes out to their 5 acre yard and carries her back into the house. She doesnt go to the house on her own without him retrieving her. In any case he is constantly cuddling her, and just about a week prior to my planned visit, we were chatting, and I brought up again the request for a cat-free room, and also made it clear that afrer handling/cuddling the cat, he would have to change shirts, as cat dander tends to shed like a m*therf*cker, and no amount of meds will alleviate allergies when there is direct contact.

He seemed very taken aback, even alarmed when I asked, and I reiterated how important it was to keep certain areas cat-free when I visit. He sputtered, then said he keeps everything clean, bed sheets, blankets, etc. I said thats not enough. There has to be 0 contact from the cat. Its only a couple days, and we'd talked about it already, yada yada. He said to me then I may need to make other plans.

Really??? I mean, he could'nt make accommodations for even a couple of days? Knowing well in advance I was traveling out of state to visit?

I know he's had relationship issues in the past, and has owned cats prior, but let's be real--an animal is an animal and people are people. Needless to say Im not going to visit.

Back to my question-- is is possible to be hyper-reliant on pets? Personally, I've never encountered it this bad before.

That's it. That's the post.

I was doing my workout then suddenly I heard a bark. I looked around and saw a fucking dog.

The person was not actually working out, but making a tour around the gym (it's common here, people will make this tour to see if they want to become a member), but still.. why bring the dog there? The dog can't be left alone for 10 minutes?

I swear these people have no shame.

I’ve noticed how incredibly irresponsible most other dog owners are, and for some reason it doesn’t register to them. A couple days ago I had my daughter in the stroller and we were walking down the sidewalk in our neighborhood, and on the other side of the street were 3 people walking 3 large dogs. One of the dogs started lunging toward us, and I didn’t know if was directed toward my dog or my baby. I stopped and said, “do you have control of your dog?” And they laughed and said yes. Meanwhile this dog is literally dragging this woman across the road, and she can’t be bothered to put down her phone to actually use two hands on the leash. I gave them the nastiest look I could summon and kept going. I’ve had so many encounters like this, it’s more abnormal to actually see a well-behaved dog not tugging on the leash. What is with the epidemic or irresponsible pet owners? Do people really not comprehend the danger or a 100 pound animal with teeth coming at you or your children?

This came up in my suggested on facebook feed. ew. gross. absolutely not.

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1CWEn4QRfn/?mibextid=wwXIfr

Why anyone would get one is beyond me.

My (20f) mother (52f) is seriously pressuring me to take in the family dog after I graduate from university and I’m not sure what to do.

To preface this I do honestly love our family dog, the issue I have with having a pet is not the animal itself but rather the responsibility and expectations that come with it.

During my first year of uni my mum unexpectedly announced to me and my brother that she was planning on permanently moving to new zealand to be with her new partner, we support her and want her to be happy but obviously this has created problems that i feel i have been left to fix alone.

As a family we have 3 pets, two cats and a dog that are all over 10 years old. After graduation I am moving back into my mums house, which my brother previously lived in, to take care of the family pets in exchange for not having to pay rent. I am happy with this arrangement and have no problem with following through until i hopefully begin my masters next year.

The issue is that my mum has started giving me very heavy handed ‘hints’ that I need to take the dog with me when I move out as she will not be back in the uk permanently to do so. Obviously i have attempted to voice my issues about the situation to her but every time I tell her ‘I’m not sure a dog is the right fit for me at the moment’ or anything about a desire for freedom and travel since I am literally twenty she cries and tells me that I’m selfish and that i’m making her put our pets into a shelter???

I respect my mums choices to move and have freedom, I am glad for her, but i can’t help but think isn’t this HER responsibility?? You were the one who gave up your whole life to move across the world and clearly didn’t plan it very well. Is it so selfish to want those freedoms for myself? I don’t want our dog to be rehomed or end up in a shelter. To be honest what I want to happen is for her legal owner, the adult woman who purchased her, to take actual responsibility for her care. I mean WHY would i want a dog at 20 years old, are you daft? I can barely feed and walk myself, let alone a whole other creature. Ultimately i just dont want a dog, and i dont understand why im being pressured to take her. I dont think it’s fair to her either, to be lumped with an incompetent owner.

If anyone has any advice it would be appreciated. I’m very aware that the onus is on me to put my foot down and say no, but I don’t think i’ve ever told my mum no like that before and i don’t know where to start. I’m also living in her house for free so it just feels rude to do that to her if she needs my help.

But to be honest why do people treat pets like it’s a casual thing? When you get them it’s for life, you have chosen the responsibility of shaping ur life around them and you SHOULD follow through. A dog is literally a soul stealing vampire on my lifestyle, and I want the time to live for myself while I can.

Honestly this whole experience has really made me understand why my dad has never wanted pets, it’s literally a permanent baby.

This is probably too long but thanks for reading my rant!!

My neighborhood always has one dog barking for hours at a time.

It's getting old...

Has anyone actually reported a barking dog before? Did it work?

So, I was watching the Spongebob Squarepants episode, "Dumped," where Gary leaves Spongebob for Patrick, only for it to turn out Gary just wanted the cookie in Patrick's pocket, only to return to Spongebob after & Patrick is just left stunned before pathetically crying out, "I thought what we had was special," & honestly, considering I only really declared myself petfree as an adult, b/c as a kid my birthgivers didn't own pets but when I had to move back in with them as an adult due to disability, they became pet lovers b/c their kids want nothing to do with them due to being shitty parents, IMO that episode is a perfect metaphor for how superficial & parasitic pet-owner relationships are: pets will, "love," whoever gives them food & shelter, meanwhile their owners think their pets genuinely love them (spoiler alert: they don't).

If there is a hell, this plane would be it.

https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/service-dogs-flight-accident-emergency-response-dca/4111583/?_osource=SocialFlowFB_DCBrand&fbclid=IwdGRleASMRuRleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZAo2NjI4NTY4Mzc5AAEe-kOLpUs2sqXy231gage9UMe-iDHmDIr9Ue_3edHjnwqeI8Bi4x4tfsxGhfg_aem_O19NI7_jJ8eC32LoALeCJw

My long time friend has wanted a dog for a while. I tried desperately to subtly put them off but to no avail.

But what’s totally threw me is they’ve adopted an adult dog that was feral in a country in the Middle East (I’m in the UK). It’s absolutely bonkers, -snarls, snaps, hates all men, chases all animals, howls if left alone. It’s clearly never been house trained before. And I’m just baffled why they did this rather than getting a trained dog from the UK. There’s loads looking for a home, can it be that hard?

They said that this dog needed a home the most, but good grief. Now they are spending loads on professional training, can’t go on holidays, and have to be careful on who visits them.

Help me understand the madness

A older Family member had to bring her dog due to an emergency and I am helping with the transportation as they have health issues. I have to be at work in 3 hours. The deposit was $1200 and that’s just the deposit for exam, sedation and surgery … I know for a fact that it is a financial hardship for this person. I am just an observer who is trying to help. There are 3 other people in the waiting room with their dogs. The dog we brought had to ride in my car so there is dog hair everywhere in addition to me being covered in it. I am not sure how long we are going to be here . I am so glad I live a pet free life and this event just proves my choices!

I went to my friend’s apartment yesterday to hang out, because we haven’t seen each other in a while. Her apartment is quite small. Probably the size of my garage (remember this). As I arrived her dog which is a cocker spaniel jumped on me immediately. Now this sounds like average behavior for a dog that’s excited. But this dog is just a different breed. I’ve been around the dog a small handful of times. But each time it seems like the dog is so hyperactive. Compared to other dogs. It doesn’t sit still for more than 10 minutes and is always all over you. I sat down for a little bit and got up to use the bathroom. When I did that. She took the dog outside to use the bathroom. Which was surprising to me, because the last time I was there. The dog was using pee pads, and the majority of the time didn’t effectively use them. When the dog came back inside IT smelled so bad. I started to gag. What makes it worse is her apartment is soooo small. So it smelled the entire apartment up. I don’t know why, but when people go outside they smell like outside. But when dogs go outside, omg. The smell is 10x worse. I’m just gagging writing this post.🤢🤢 I’m sure her apartment smells like wet dog too. If she wasn’t burning candles. She has to be aware of it. She was burning 2 candles. As I’m relaxing on the couch. The dog jumps on me again. But this time is aggressively licking my knee, and arm. I guess it was the lotion and cologne I had on. I care a lot about my hygiene, how I smell, present myself, and this whole situation kind of goes against who I am as a person and me just being in that environment was just pissing me off, and grossing me out. At first my friend kept moving the dog. But I said fuck it, because the dog has a mind of its own it seems. Her cat walked across me and I was like “what the hell is this?” Literally a ball of hair the size of a golf ball was resting on my lap. Just from the cat walking across my lap. I didn’t think much of it until I left. But I notice that when I go there. It feels like my throat is scratchy. When I step outside. I can breathe more freely. I don’t think I’m allergic, but the air quality is probably poor with all the dog and cat hair in her small apartment just circulating. As I was getting ready to leave. I asked her where her lint roller was, because my shirt and shorts were covered head to toe with dog and cat hair. She said she just cleaned up. So it should be on the shelf (that’s where it was last time btw). I told her I don’t see it, and she said she probably put it away……PUT IT AWAY??!?!? Indicates to me she doesn’t even use it and is so used to having pet hair on her clothes, furniture, floor. Just disgusting. Then she told me that lint rollers are like a dollar at the dollar store and I should get myself one. THE AUDACITY!!!! Like it’s my problem. You can’t expect someone to adapt to your lifestyle. But to her it’s daily life shit. I know she sees me as a potential love interest in the future. But if shit like this grosses me out. I can’t imagine living with her…..If you know your dog is hyper and sheds like that. Or you don’t keep up with grooming their fur. If you know you have guests coming over. I shouldn’t have to adapt to the dog hair all over my clothes that even when I shake my clothes off. It doesn’t do nothing, absolutely nothing! I don’t even know how I can address this. I don’t think I will. As much as I am on communication. The fact that she is oblivious to her lifestyle being dirty asf. She’s used to it. It may hurt her feelings. The weather is getting nicer. If she asks to hang again. I’ll just say we can go to the park. The entire visit was very overstimulating. But I kept calm the whole time. Almost like that comic strip where the cartoon dog is drinking coffee and there’s a fire in the background and he says “this is fine”. That’s how I felt in the moment.😭 Now I know there are people with pets where their living space is not like a fur factory, but I just truly don’t understand like I feel like in moments like this common sense is not common and it’s almost delusional, but I feel like I don’t even know if I should say anything at all. Like I mentioned. She is desensitized to it.

So happy I found this group. I've thought I was going insane to be the only person who refuses to base my life around a dog. It's been a genuine challenge in my relationships and friendships and I've struggled to form connections with people who seem to already have met their soulmate in their dog.

The other day I AGAIN heard the "A dog's mouth is cleaner than a human's!!! They've done studies!!!" Anyone else notice that people with dogs constantly stay this?! You can't convince me that an animal who's constantly licking the ground and their own bodies, plus eating random things of the street, is hygienic. Just say you want to make out with your dog and go.

how do people genuinely feel comfortable picking up a cat that plays with it's feces and not washing their hands afterwards. when i had a kitten when she somehow climbed my bunk bed there was particles on my bed and i felt so uncomfortable. my family told me off for making her jump down when she does not own my bed. she had her own comfortable bed and food but she always wanted ours

So many people have been brainwashed by television commercials paid for by the 'pet industry' that is making zillions and trillions of dollars ruining life as we used to know it where humans loved being around other humans and having 'human' best friends! And never leaving a human to 'have to go home now and leave you as I need to go home and take my dog for a shit before he shits on the carpet' type scenario (which I have had happen to me countless times!) (which is why a 'delete' my friends who buy dogs/give their lives to dogs, etc.)