and bringing it into my house and making me take care of it.!!!!!!!!!!! :angry: :nono: :grrrrrr:

I hatedogs and I cannot stand dogs in houses. They stink, they get under your feet, in your face, and they are just nasty! I hate this. He jumpedon the opportunity when a coworker offered a housebroken, spayed, three year old female dog. He says this is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO important to him, but to me it is horrible. He says that he wants this more than I jdon't want it( highly unlikely) and so my opinion carries very little weight in this matter...

I think I should have put this in prayer requests, because I don't know how I am going to handle this. I need tolerance, patience, and the ability to refrain from kicking the dog..or my husband...

I am very pissed right now..He gets the thing tomorrow. Actually sat at the table and asked the 3 and 5 year old how they would like a little dog like jessica's(their cousin) and built anticipation in them and then said let's have a vote.

Pray for meto be able to handle this and for my marriageto survive the entrance of that nasty ass scavenger..................

I do feel your pain. But, mine's in a different direction. Were we to get another cat, I'd feel the same way. I'm not fond of cats. They're annoying, they cough up hairballs, their litter needs to be changed...

Kerense got a cat 13 years ago. When she was expecting Nichole, she read that cat litter can cause toxemia. So it was suddenly my responsibility to change the litter. After Nichole was born, she kept yelling at me that the litter needed changed. Then, when I lost my job, keeping house was my job, and that included the litter - as well as cleaning up hairballs.

I'm not fond of the cat. My wife and kids are. Nichole still says the litter box is too heavy. I'm working on that one. I think that the cat (who is now 16 years old) will die before Nichole can carry it, but - unfortunately - the cat is in perfect health. She's a strictly indoor cat (was declawed when Kerense got her), so she can't go outside and get hit by a car or acquire some sort of disease. That means I'm stuck with her for the rest of her natural life.

I'll pray for your peace, and that spouses will try and understand some of our objections to things. My opinion, you want the animal, you care for it. Kerense wants to move to the country and get some chickens and a dairy cow. I told her it won't happen until I get a job, 'cuz she'll need to quit her job and take care of the animals. They're hers and I will not do it. Fresh butter isn't enough of an attraction.

I recall you talking about the restriction of room in your home. Where does the dog fit in all of this?

My one year old just slammed the keyboard and erased everything I had typed!!!

One of the issues I am having is that he did not consult me before accepting the offer, he literally told me that my opinion carries very little weight in this matter because it is soo important to him, and he gets angry when I even try to discuss tis and how I feel about it. I feel helpless and disrespected. Not to mention our house is too small for five people, two cats, four birds, and now a dog(1098 sq.ft.)..I am just very stressed about this and I don't know how I will handle having it under my feet and in my face and making my house smell like nasty stinky dog......

Told him that I am buying a gate to put on our bedroom (since it is technically the living room and has no door) so it won't chew up my stuff.

mmmmm.. I say the front porch...

My DH let the litter go so far eithout cleaning that the cats had no more room to poo and had no cholice but to use the floor, which I had to clean up. So I took over the litter when I was preg. Rubber gloves and a mask.
I read nline that if your cats have toxemia you were most likely exposed to it before the pregnancy and would not be suceptable to it...

Give the cates vaseline on their paws once a week or one of those hairball remedy things that you get in the store in the pet section. Works by lubing up the hairball so it can pass through rather than build up in the stomach..

I definitely empathasize with you on this one. Dogs stink! I am not fond of dogs and never have been. If it were me, I'd make sure the "doghouse" fit 2. ;) :P

sounds like a kennel for outside is in order, if HE wants the dog then HE should be responsible for making a place for it to sleep outside, etc....

It's an unfair situation, especially the way he went about it, and I totally feel for you....

I live in fear for the day Matt and Christopher are going to walk into the house with a puppy and I'm going to have to be the bad guy and sent the cute little puppy away.

don't take care of the dog. if it is HIS dog - the it's HIS job. When he leaves - chain the dog outside. or...better yet...have HIM chain the dog out side everyday before he leaves & the dog can't come into the house until he gets home. You don't feed - walk - or deal with the dog. If hubby doesn't like it - then I guess the dog will starve to death - or run away when you open the door and just let it walk out.

I"m tellin' ya - if you are this upset about it - then take the gloves off! If he's gonna act this way - return the favor!

I hae tried to be stubborn liiker that with my HUB adn it doesn't work. It makes him angry and the outcome isn't pretty. He told me that he would be very mad at me if I oput the dog on the porch during the day, because "its too hot out there" He doesn't want me to give the children negative feelings toward the dog because of the way I feel about it. He said I would be denying them the opportunity for the joy that having a dog brings yada yada blah blah blah.

Digging my heels in against him isn't a good idea. He only gets angry. It doesn't work to make him step up and take responsibility. He reacts the opposite and refuses even more. I'm sure at first he will feed it and stuff, but when the newness wears off he will go back to being too busy and too tired in the morning to take it out and feed it. Then it will fall back on me. If it craps in the house I no doubt will have to clean it up.
Bet it wouldn't surprise you to know he doesn't have anything to do with the children that involves cleaning messes, huh?

He left ten minutes ago to go get it............


God grant me patience................

So, String....did you have dog stew tonight? How's things going?

:smack: :naughty:

The dog has disrupted my life. For the first couple of days, Mr. Humphries(my cat) hid under my bed. String hid for a while and then she decided that the dog was not going to control her and make her fearful any more. she hissed at it in such an frighteneing way. The hiss began with a loud crack follwed by a deep growl-hiss combination. Then she did it again. That cracking sound she made intimidated me, even. Put that dog in its place, she did! I though wow, you're so cool!! I love that cat!
Mr. Humphries finally decided to come out from under my bed and he has been hissing at the dog any time it is around. He is realizing that it won't hurt him and he will be okay. He is still cautious.
This morning my DH didn't take the dog out immediately and she crapped on my carpet. Of course it was justified because he was only wearing underwear and you have to actually go out with hte dog to make her leave the house. :rollseyes:
Then he tried to convince me to clean it up because he would throw up if he even got near it. He was nauseous just thinking about it. I, of coure, refused. Its not mine to clean up after. I didn't want it in my house. SO he finally picked it up with paper towels and a big show of gagging sounds... :rollseyes: So I have to shamnpoo the rug today...

The dog is aparently older than he thought. hse is white haired around the face and fat and not as active as a younger dog would be. The first day I thought "Good, then she'll die sooner" Shame on me, I know...

He won't let the dog in his lap because the dog was on my daughter's wte bed when she had an accident one night and the dog's tail touched pee. So it is contaminated. I am tryi8ng to get him to give it a bath.........

He wants me to be responsible for taking it out all day and even in the morning when he is here--you know because he doesn't want to go outside at 4 AM in his underwear. I told him that he took on the responsibility of it when he accepted the dog. Of course this isn't over. Every morning he will most certainly whine at me to take the dog out and we will end up fighting. I swear we fight so much..What a peachy marriage Ive gotten myself into, huh?

So the dog is in my face and under my feet. Everything I expected to happen is happening and there is nothing I can do about it. I am powerless in my own home..of course that's not new...

:lol: at puking over dog :poop:

Reminds me of the time I shamed my brother into changing his daughter's :poop: diaper! He works oilfield and is around hydrogen sulfide (rotten eggs smell) all day. But he comes home and puked when he changed his daughter's diaper. He refused to do it, and made his wife change it. One time, I was visiting him and he was making those retching noises while changing a diaper. I said, "Oh, the h*** with it. I'll change it." Everybody laughed, and he never made a sound when changing the diaper again.

We don't let our animals on our furniture - be they the hated cat or the beloved dog. (Well, I'm the only one that doesn't like the cat, and it really doesn't qualify as hate. I just needed a bipolar description here... :) ) We used to let them sleep with us, but Penny sheds so much that she is not allowed on anything but the carpet.

Awwww... Ain't she cute?

Growing up, we each took ownership of an animal. With our dogs and cat, they either 'belonged' to myself or my brother. It was the owner's responsibility to clean up after the animal when required. When I got my own place, I got a dog named "Lucky". She tore everything up and refused to be house-trained. I bought a large (Great Dane-sized) crate for my 40-lb terrier mix. Dogs will not soil their house, if possible, so that is how I trained her. She liked having her own house so much that she slept in there and she stayed in there when I wasn't at home. She never did get over tearing everything up, so when we bought our own house with a fenced-in yard, she either stayed outside or in the crate. Not unsupervised in the house.

I'm rambling here, but owning a dog is a big responsibility. Just like another kid.

Basil,
Just 'cuz the dog's tail touched pee doesn't mean it's thoroughly contaminated. Pee is sterile, unless the dog has a bladder infection. Even then, pee is such a hostile environment for anything to live, it's doubtful that anything could survive.

He probably won't make it over here to read this thread. Nothing will alter his opinions about cleanliness. He is obsessive and it is a pain in my ***..

When he was a child his parents took care of the pets so he doesn't really understand that pets=work. Even his mother will tell him that but he expects me to do it all because I am home all day and he is not.... I so often wish I could :lena:

String, just stick to your guns.....he's arguing/whining/gagging because he thinks it'll wear you down....DON'T LET IT!!

Like you said, HE bought the dog, it's HIS responsibility. The poor dog needs a bath....needs to go to the vet.....needs the monthly flea/heartworm meds....has Basil thought about THAT stuff??

If he's not gonna take care of it, you should just cart it off to animal control for someone who truly loves animals to adopt...

I'm just sorry I don't live closer, I'd take the poor thing in a heartbeat.... :(

He got the dog from someone he works with. Hse had to give it away because it was getting under her elderly mother's feet and tripping her..

I know I need to stick it out and not move. I have learned, however, that when I do that we fight an awful lot. I do not want to bend and give in. But I do understand that this will be the cause of fights and be another thing to take a toll on our already "wonderful" relationship...

You know I realized this weekend--after we were arguing about something--possibly the whole dog thing--that I never fought with anyone I ever dated. This is the only relationship that I have ever been in that I fight with the guy. Has been like this since about a month after we met....I don't know how to et out of this funk we're in...

Kerense said the same thing about me.

We were good friends from summer of '92. We started dating on 12/21/94. Anytime we started a 'meaningful' conversation, I'd get all p***ed off and either leave (even if I drove) or just sit and yell - even in a restaurant. When I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and began medication, we went away for the weekend. (Oh, how I wish we could afford to do that again!) It was about three weeks after I started medication. We had the first meaningful conversation - ever - without me getting bent out of shape.

Since then, I've learned how to handle my temper - rather, God's helping me handle my temper. I don't get angry like I used to. Or, if I do, I have learned how to search my feelings to make sure they are legitimate.

My prayers continue to be with you and your family, especially as you enter this new trial. Your hubby sounds a lot like me.

Just can't slap on a pair of joggers or a houserobe to take the dog out, eh? :rollseyes:

Your cat sounds smart! :thumbsup:

It jsut peed on my daughter's rug... :ar15

Get a crate.

and that's the thing....even if your DH DOES take it out in the morning, it won't be able to hold it all day long, it's still going to fall to you to let it out or walk it at least once or twice during the day....

Is your backyard fenced in to where you can let it stay outside? I'd hate for the poor thing to be crated all day long.....

It annoys me when people get pets then REFUSE to care for them.... :nono: :wall: ...not you String, your hubby.... :box:

Got a pellet gun? :rollseyes:
Kids have been bugging me for a pet....UGH! I dunno...reading about pissing on carpets and having to take them out....of course, the kids say "We'll do it!" all bright-eyed. Ha, yeah right...for maybe the first 2 days. And THEN who has to do it? :rollseyes:

That's how we got

in the first place. The kids promised they'd take care of a dog if they got one, and they didn't. So their dad gave her away. And we got her. She's the best addition we've ever had to our family.

Hmmm. Maybe someone there in Broken Arrow wants a dog... Maybe I'll drive up there and steal it.

Yeah - that's it! For the cost of gas money, I'll come up there and steal the dog!