Vent post before I lose my mind.
So, I'm watching my mothers *9 fucking dogs*. I'm doing it willingly, I asked to get paid and she said yes,
I always underestimate how much I hate dogs. Of all of them, the only dogs I have any love or patience for in my heart are the two eldest. They've been here the longest, and every interaction still holds the whispers of when we were hyper and playful together. I still love those two, but I can't love them the same way anymore.
The rest of them ruined it. What was once 2 dogs, then 3, then 4, one died and now it's 9?? Woman, you have an animal hoarding problem. Snakes, lizards, they’re not taken care of properly. The snakes are, they belong to my sister (10? 13? I don’t remember her age) and she takes better care of her snake then the adult. The problem is she doesn't have time.
And these dogs, gods I could go on and on about these damn dogs. Piss and shit everywhere. She works, doesn't have time to train them so it falls on the kids. The backyard is disgusting, constantly barking. I hate it. I'm thrilled to move out, I want to never live with another dog. They’re ruined for me I hate them.
I'll tolerate a dog that's someone else's and not my problem. Call it cute, pet it, and then walk away as soon as I please.
It's crazy,
I used to be a dog person too.
