I'm going to preface this with the statement that the dog will not be being rehomed, is well looked after and dp absolutely adores her. She is getting old, there is no way anyone would take her on and we made a commitment for life.
I just don't love her, and a lot of the time don't like her either. I wanted a playful dog that could join us on our long walks, and bring extra enjoyment to our family life. We rescued a female staffy 4 years ago, who we were told was nearly 5. We now think she was actually older as the vet thinks she is definitely over 10 now. We have ended up with a dog who doesn't play at all, can't be let off the lead as she eats horrible things (and makes herself ill), has terrible recall despite extensive training, doesnt like other dogs (not aggressive, just scared of them), cannot be left at home as she has huge separation anxiety and will bark, howl, poo and wee, follows me and dp around constantly, doesn't settle unless told to go to her bed, is generally anxious despite masses of exercise, throws up all the time because she eats the aforementioned horrible things. She doesn't want anything to do with dd (4) despite her never putting a foot wrong, we have always supervised carefully to make sure she was gentle and respectful. Plus the expected things when you own a dog, the smell, the poo, all the gross things that are 100% to be expected.
I'm just tired of the relentlessly negative experience of owning her. Dp can see past it though, and just loves her like he does dd. Is there something wrong with me? With dd even through horrible phases I have never stopped loving or liking her, I just didn't enjoy the experience of beinf a mum as much. With the dog, to be honest I never started to love her. Dp did, straight away. I just don't get it. This is nothing like I expected dog ownership to be like. From what I can see, we are ticking all the boxes for caring for a dog in the right way, but I hate it to be honest. I cant even go for a bath if dp is out in the evening without her whining and pacing even if the door is open. It's just relentless and I feel trapped a lot of the time and guilty because unless someone is physically stroking her at the time, she is never calm and relaxed so I feel guilty for wanting to do something else!
I don't know what I need. Maybe just to let it out a bit. I know it isn't her fault that she is the way she is, it must have something to do with her early experiences, but I'm exhausted by it and finding the impact she has on our lives to be hugely depressing. Flame me if you feel you need to, maybe that will help I don't know.