#ughfml

First, I will say, I talk very violently all the time. I talk a very big game when it comes to tearing people apart, partially because if properly motivated I would do said things but for the most part I just talk big because it is my way of overcompensating in such kinds of conversations.

Also, I have a genuine fear of dogs biting me. It's why I freak out when their mouths are open around me, especially when I am petting them or have my hand near them. I just do.

So, I'm babysitting my dad's girlfriend's (Patti's) dogs while she is away because why not, right? Like, that shouldn't be a big deal. There are two dogs, one named Rex and one named Cody. They are brothers from different litters I do believe, not entirely sure. They are a mixture of terrier and chihuahua, so they do bark at random things when outside and on the small size.

Rex loves me and is a total sweetheart. He will "smile" at me, wag his tail, and stand on his back legs, put his front paws together, and look like he is asking to be pet. It's cute as fuck.

Cody fucking hates me. He growls, charges, barks, and has even tried to bite me several times. Dad left earlier today to go on a separate trip with Patti while I'm still watching the dogs, and he was literally the only thing able to get the dog to stop.

I tried to go to the kitchen to get some water/more food because I was hungry and thirsty. Ya know, in my own god damn home.

THIS LITTLE SHIT COMES CHARGING AT ME, GROWLING, TEETH BARED, AND BARKING LIKE I AM SOME VILE CREATURE THAT HAS CUT OFF HIS LEG.

I swear to you, I am so fucking done. I am so close to just taking him outside and leaving him there overnight, but it's cold here and that's neglect and no matter what he does he doesn't deserve that.