This will all sound really horrible, but I hope you don't judge me because I came here with questions and for support.
My family has always had dogs, and I loved the dogs in my family. So when I was 9 years old I asked for a dog of my own, and my parents complied. I didn't really understand how much work a dog was, though, and I soon grew to resent my new responsibility. Having a puppy was hard work and I just wasn't ready for it. But I was forced to stick it out until I moved out of my parents house.
I hated taking care of this dog so much that I actually came to the conclusion that I hated dogs for about 8 yrs. If you asked me, I would tell you that I wasn't a dog person at all. It wasn't until I was forced to interact with dogs for my job that I realized I don't actually hate dogs. I just had a lot of resentment towards my own dog from childhood. I was upset and frustrated over the work and responsibility for years.
But none of that is his fault, which is something that I began realizing last year.
I'm living at my parents again, and I want to make the past 10 yrs up to him in his final years. He's a healthy dog and I know he still has a good few years left. We never really had that special bond, and I want to fix that.
He is a 10 yr old beagle, named Jake.