Been together two years but do not live together. He has a dog (French bulldog) which is absolutely fucking crazy and is putting me off taking relationship any further.
Whenever I go to his house it goes nuts, attacks my legs and feet, launches itself at me trying to bite my hands, tries to grab the knees of my trousers - when I sit down it launches itself at my face, gets on the back of the sofa and attack my head, hair, bites my ears - all the while DP is laughing like a loon saying how cute and funny it is. The other day I got mad at it and knocked it off the sofa (a little harder than I should have done admittedly) and it fell onto its back. DP gasped and ran to pick it up. I was mortified and apologised straight away and asked if it was ok. He was really upset and said he was shocked that I could treat an animal in such a way. I felt absolutely terrible but as soon as he let it go it immediately carried on attacking me.
I've asked him to stop the dog from doing this and he makes a half arsed attempt but it just carries on. It runs off with my shoes or any object I happen to have brought into the house. The other day DP was literally crying with laughter in the kitchen. I went to see what he was laughing at only to realise that my hardback had been snatched and taken outside and it's contents all over the garden. Keys, phone, purse, NHS ID card!!! Then this stupid ridiculous animal stood shaking my bag to death growling like a thing possessed. I shouted at DP that this shit isn't funny but he couldn't even answer me for laughing.
He turned up here half hour ago, pooch in tow and asked if I wanted to go for a walk with them. I looked at its fat squashed up face and instantly felt irritated! I like dogs but this thing has something wrong with it, I'm sure.
Anyway I declined, saying I was tired and he said he was worried that I didn't like his dog and was hoping to try a bit of bonding. I don't want to bond with it, it tires me out. Apart from the biting it constantly covers me in an awful white slime which makes me wretch.
I'm seriously considering ending the relationship over it. I'd never expect him to get rid of it but I personally don't want to be around it. I feel awful because at heart I know it's just an innocent dog but I just don't like it. I've never felt like this about an animal before.