5 months ago me and my mom had to leave and live at our friend’s home. Friend has a dog. I treated it normally - petting, talking, giving food. (I loath dogs with all my heart). But it would have been rude to ignore the dog.
4 months ago we returned home. Mom started looking up websites, calling dog sellers. She would tell them that her daughter wants a dog. Then I asked her “Oh, so I want a dog?”, her “You don’t?”, me “No, never”, her “Okay, then I’m not getting one, I thought you wanted a dog”. Later I re-asked 4 times “We are not getting a dog, right?”, she assured me “No, you don’t want one, so no”.
Spoiler: by then she has already had a bag of food, a bed, 3 toys and a collar hidden in her room.
Due to the situation in my country (war doesn’t affect my region as much anymore, so I mustn’t really complain), but still, prices went twice up - fuel, water, food. It’s no longer possible to find some types of food - not brands, but, like, no fresh fish - ports are mined, no buckwheat, milk is from powder, not fresh, because rockets hit lots of farms. My mom agreed that it’s not the best idea to buy a dog now, when it’s hard to buy food even for us.
Later she came home with this disgusting creature. She said “So this woman owns a dog shelter. Dogs, left by their owners in our region (it was infested by russians for a month or so), are picked up by volunteers and brought to her. So she offered me this puppy, who was bullied by others, and asked a bag of dogfood as a price for it”.
I’m disgusted by dogs. My mom knows that. I hate them so much, oh my god. This dog bites my legs. The apartment stinks of urine, wallpaper torn, shoes ruined, fur is everywhere. I have scratches on my arms up to elbows - that’s from two attempts to play with it. It hurts to type, hurts to wash hands. My skin is shit, because now I wash hands 6-7 times a day. I have to sit all day in my room to hide from the dog. OH, I stepped in shit 3(THREE!!) times AT MY HOME last month. I’ve never stepped in dogshit in my life ever, anywhere. (With this much hate, I will not hurt the dog - I respect its life).
Some weeks later, she was like “Look how small it was”, and scrolled through the Viber chat. I saw screenshots from an online bank - she paid for a dog, and photos of an old dog and puppies placed on the sofa. Interesting shelter, huh.
Mom works all day. My university is online - I sit at home. My life turned from the best I’ve ever had (apart from war), to:
- walking around slowly, because I can step on the dog. I can’t stand moving slowly.
- no longer leaving home, because the dog goes crazy and yells non stop, when left alone.
- picking up shit, wiping urine. It’s so utterly disgusting.
- closing doors everywhere. The flat is now dark, narrow, and small.
- I no longer can eat peacefully … well, there has been no air raids for last 20 hours, so that’s already peaceful, but what I mean is - when I eat, dog stares at me, when I close it in another room - it starts yelling as if I’m torturing it.
When I was begging my parents to buy a hamster, I was told that I’m allergic to fur, and how I almost died after coming close to a pet rat at the kindergarten. But I’ve never felt bad around any animals.
Allergy – lie. Will not buy a dog – lie. Got it from shelter – lie. Now I’m stuck with it for what, 10 years? uuuuuughhhhhshdflhklsgdjhadsgfkhs I want this dog to get lost, and be picked up by someone who won’t hate it. Mom barely interacts with it. When she does, she is hyper angry - she yells at the dog when it shits in the wrong place, hits it.
Had I not displayed any emotions … (I’m usually very unemotional. Stone face. Nothing. I don’t react in any visible way - I feel stuff, but it’s not on my face). It was one of very few times when I reacted with emotions to smth - and that’s what I received.
I get lost when asked “what do you want” or “do you want ___”, I’m never able to say yes/no/this or that - I mumble, change topic. Super pathetic. But, I hate dogs enough, to collect myself and say “no, I don’t want a dog”, when asked. I did that. And the result is - this damn stinking ugly shitting dog.
Everything is so wrong now. I don’t even know what my question to you is. It’s so messed up. So wrong. The worst part is that I caused it, I did everything to prevent it, I was assured by MY MOM that it wouldn’t happen, yet she is the one who did it.