Is it weird that why do I hate dogs? You are not alone, lets discuss cynophobia and simple aversion.

Alright, let's talk about this. People sometimes look at me funny when I say I'm not a dog person, even lean towards kinda hating them. It wasn't always like this, believe me.

I guess it started small, years ago. Just the usual stuff. Trying to enjoy a walk in the park, and you gotta constantly watch where you step. Dog mess everywhere. And look, I get it, accidents happen. But time after time, you see owners just pretending not to notice, walking away whistling. That started to grind my gears. It felt disrespectful, you know? Like, clean up after your animal, it's not that hard.

Then it got more personal.

I used to live in an apartment building. Thin walls. My neighbor got this little yappy thing. Cute at first glance, sure. But the barking... oh god, the barking. Morning, noon, night. Any little noise in the hallway - bark bark bark. Someone closes a door three floors down - bark bark bark. I tried talking to the neighbor, real polite like. They just shrugged. "Dogs bark," they said. Yeah, I know dogs bark, but does it have to be non-stop inside my own damn living room?

Then there were the off-leash encounters. More than once, I've had some big, muddy dog come bounding up to me in a park where leashes are required, jumping up, getting prints all over my clothes. And the owner is usually way behind, shouting "Oh, he's friendly! He just wants to play!" That's great, but I didn't ask to play, and now my clean clothes are ruined. It's the lack of control, the assumption that everyone must love their dog leaping all over them.

I remember one specific time, I was carrying groceries, arms full. This medium-sized dog, totally off-leash, ran right at me, barking aggressively. It didn't bite, but it startled me so bad I dropped a bag, eggs smashed on the pavement. The owner? Laughed. Laughed! Said the dog was just "saying hello". That incident really stuck with me. It wasn't just annoying anymore; it felt unsafe and utterly disregarded.

So, what's the real issue here?

Looking back, it's accumulated experiences like these. It's less about the animals themselves, maybe. Dogs are just dogs. They do dog things. But my frustration, my 'hate' if you wanna call it that, really comes from dealing with the constant fallout from owners who just don't seem to care about the impact their dogs have on other people.

• The constant noise.
• The mess left behind.
• The boundary violations from off-leash animals.
• The complete denial or indifference from many owners.

It just built up over time. I started associating dogs with stress, annoyance, and having my personal space invaded. I tense up now when I see one coming, especially if it's not on a leash. I just anticipate problems. So yeah, that's my journey with it. It wasn't one thing, but a whole heap of little things that just wore me down until I couldn't stand dealing with it anymore. It's a shame, maybe, but that's just how it went for me.