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Okay, so, "Why do I hate my dog?" Man, where do I even start? It wasn't always like this. I swear, when I first got Buddy, a fluffy little Golden Retriever pup, I was over the moon. I'd always wanted a dog, you know? The whole Instagram-perfect life with a furry best friend.

So the first thing I did was I brought him home. He was so tiny he fit in one hand. I was obsessed. Took a million pictures, bought all the cute toys, the fancy organic food – the works. First night? Disaster.

The Peeing. Oh, The Peeing.

• Tried crate training.
• Heard him whining.
• Felt bad.
• Took him out to pee.
• He peed on the rug.

I spent like, an hour cleaning that up. Bleach, special pet stain remover, the whole nine yards. Thought I'd finally gotten it all, went back to bed. Woke up to…you guessed it…more pee. This time, on my favorite slippers.

Fine, I thought, it's a puppy thing. He'll learn. Everyone said puppies have accidents. So, I doubled down on the training. I read all the blogs, watched all the YouTube videos. Positive reinforcement, clicker training, taking him out every hour, even in the middle of the night.

It kinda worked. Sometimes. Other times, it was like he was deliberately waiting until we were inside to unleash the floodgates. My apartment started to smell like a permanent mix of dog pee and cleaning products. Not exactly the vibe I was going for.

The Chewing

Then the chewing,i started finding. My shoes, my books, the legs of my freaking coffee table… everything was fair game.

I bought him chew toys. So. Many. Chew. Toys. Every shape, every texture, every flavor imaginable. He'd chew them for, like, five minutes, then go right back to destroying my stuff.

I tried to keep calm. I really did. "He's just a puppy," I kept telling myself. "He'll grow out of it." But then he ate my favorite pair of headphones. The expensive ones. That was a breaking point, I found a dog trainer.

The Trainer

The trainer, she was nice. Expensive, but nice. She gave me all these tips, told me to redirect his attention, to give him "time outs," to be consistent with my commands.I spent my time doing what she told me.

And you know what? It helped. A little. He stopped chewing on the furniture as much. He still had "accidents" in the house, though. And the barking…oh god, the barking.

The Barking

At first, it was just when someone came to the door. Normal dog stuff, right? But then it escalated. He'd bark at the mailman, at squirrels, at the wind, at…nothing. Just stand there, barking his head off at absolutely nothing.

My neighbors started complaining. I got a passive-aggressive note taped to my door. I started getting anxious every time I left the apartment, wondering if he was driving everyone crazy.

So, yeah. That's where I'm at. I love the idea of my dog. I love those moments when he's cuddly and sweet and actually listens to me. But most of the time? It's just…exhausting. And frustrating. And smelly. And I kinda get why some people just…give up.

I do not think it's right to say i hate my dog,but that is what i am thinking when he do something bad,i started think about why i hate him,and i found out is all about my problem.

I decided to keep working on it,and make a schedule,maybe there is still hope for me and Buddy.