if you grew up without dogs

Consider that a privledge. My mother was an animal hoarder. She'd always want puppies and bunnies and all sorts of animals. She'd get them, do nothing with them, and then everyone else would have to raise them as she'd go and get more. It was hell.

I grew up in a house where everything revolved around the animals. Couldn't open a door without one of them running out. One of my fuckhead retard parents would open the door, let the dog out, then stand there and whistle and try to call for the dog(s) (never worked ever) and then I'd have to go and wrangle them. The dogs would piss. The smell of Fabreeze still fucking brings back flashbacks.

I bought a sofa yesterday. It looks good, BUT there was a spot that smelled like Fabreeze and low and behold, upon closer sniffing, dog piss smell. I had to go out and get a fucking steam cleaner, that I just used and HOPE that it can take the smell away.

I hate the sob stories of "I didn't have uh dawhg" Well. Consider yourself lucky you didn't grow up in an animal hoarder house and have to revolve your life around taking care of 5,6,7+ dogs. Sitting in the living room, wanting to play outside or do anything for yourself, not being allowed to, all so these fucking dogs get another day. Not fun.

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anonymous Other March 24, 2026 at 11:30 am 0 0