My dog and I have a complicated relationship, I love him I do, he's sweet, he loves cuddling on the couch with me and he's gorgeous and oh so smart. But most of the time I find myself wishing he wasn't here. Life would be much simpler for me if we never got him.
He doesn't like other dogs, he's reactive to strangers, cars, anything that moves. I can't walk him I can't take him to the park. I can't even leave him outside alone because he's super smart and will find a way to escape. This has been my life for the last 4 years. I'm at my wits end with him. But everytime I snap and think that's it, he's gotta go, he does something sweet. He'll lick my face, steal my shirts to cuddle with. He loves me I'm his world. I can't get rid of him no matter what he does.
So many people would've already sent him to the shelter, but it's not fair to him. He didn't ask to live with me. At this point I think I'm going to do what I always said I wouldn't. I'm going to put him on medication, I hate that I have to, but I see no other way to make this work. He's anxious about everything I can't imagine what his world looks like.
Am I bad person for drugging my dog? I don't know. I guess I just wanted to get this off my chest... maybe justify myself. I love my dog, but I hate him too.
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