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My roommate.
This deserves a post of its own. This is gonna get long, ladies. (TWHS)
A few months ago, Joe's aunt called and said her nephew (so Joe's second cousin) had just received orders to our base. She asked if we could help him find a pet-friendly house, show him around, etc. Joe talked to him, explained that it's nearly impossible to find a hotel that takes pets up here, and said he can crash at our place (free first month in exchange for dog sitting while we go home on leave). This guy is a TSgt, and their aunt spoke highly of him, so we figured we were good to go.
Homeslice showed up at our house with his 2 year old lab. Unneutered. Never been to a training class. Dude keeps bragging about how his 40lb bag of dog food only costs $20, doesn't understand why we'd pay a whole hundred dollars a month on raw. The dog sh!ts 6 times a day, bright yellow and it's the size of Wilson. Whatever. Dude hasn't even taught his dog "sit". He repeats the command (no joke) 19 times.
My dogs know hand commands, so I told them all to sit before I opened the door to go outside. He says, "Oh, I tried to teach the Petsmart 'sit' signal, but it didn't work." (As if he's been to training, right?) So I said I brought Rudi and Wilson there for a number of classes and we enjoyed it, to which he replied, "Oh, no, we didn't actually go to the class." LMAO, so apparently he was the creeper standing at the plexiglass trying to steal the trainer's moves without actually paying.
Fine, whatever. Some people just aren't into training and researching.
After only 48 hours in our home, the humans were hanging out on the giant couch and the dogs were all sprawled on the floor. Bandit, who is notoriously grumpy about new dogs, was actually half-ass cuddling with the lab. Lab was half sitting, leaning his side against the couch by doucheface, and Bandit was snuggled up against lab's exposed side. Dude repeats at least a dozen times, "Lay down, lay down, lay down, lay down," and starts pushing on the dog trying to force him into a down position. The dog resists (duh) and so the mothereffer punched the dog.
Punched. Right at the bottom of his ribs.
The dog proceeded to cry for a few minutes (at least 3, with whimpering after that).
At the time, all Joe and I could do was 
So panic set in. We can't leave him with our dogs. Ever. Not even in the half hour between when roommate gets home and I get home. Last night I got home from work and the dogs were running around in the yard and his dog grabbed a leaf and ran with it. Dude told him "No" (he uses that damn word for everything. How about a 'leave it' or a 'drop it'? He thinks we're insane for assuming our dogs know words.) Dog wouldn't drop it, so he said, "You're my dog, so I can hit you." I said, "That would be highly unnecessary." There's been other stuff, but these are the big highlights.
Other mid-level concerns include flicking Wilson on the nose for eating a plant in my yard, giving me training advice, giving me nutritional advice, putting my dogs in the yard and later telling me they were unattended for about 15 minutes, telling me he left the door hanging open while he went to unload his truck (later asked me what would happen if my dogs got out the door, WTF), and he incessantly scratches his penis. As of two days ago, he graduated from scratching on the outside of his pants to actually putting his hands INSIDE his pants.
Joe is afraid to hurt his feelings, so he tried to get up the courage to talk to him, but couldn't. I told him I'll do it, and that I'm incredibly angry that this is falling on me.
Kicker: Joe and I talked dto his mom about this behavior, and she said, "Oh, Aunt B said she knew about it. When she visited him last year, she mentioned that he was really rough on the puppy." So now I'm also directing some of my hostility towards his family for knowingly endangering MY dogs.
Re: My roommate.
I changed my name
I'm kicking myself for not flipping out on him immediately. I've had years of counseling but seeing someone be violent brings up my daddy issues and I clam up.
I'm telling myself not to be pissed off at Joe. This isn't his fault. HOWEVER, I feel like as a husband, it's his partly job to keep me and the dogs safe and this is HIS family member.
AND ALSO, here's another WTF for you.
A few days before he got here, MIL told me he's never had a girlfriend and she said it's my job to set him up with someone. His first couple days here, I assumed he couldn't get a girlfriend because he never shuts up and possibly because he gives the impression he has pubic lice or crabs or something.
this is basically my reaction. I would have knocked him out.
This guy is a serial killer in training.
Kick him out and change the locks.
Wow. A big WTF to the punching. And the dog cried for a few minutes after? I hope the poor thing doesn't have anything going on internally.
And eeeeeeewwww to the scratching. I'm going to assume that he doesn't wash his hands after putting them down his pants. Ew.
Ew ew ew.
I think with a neutering and some structured socialization, this dog could rock. It's taken a week, but he knows that when Joe and I are letting him outside, he has to sit (still working on staying still until he's released), he sits when we're handing out treats, and he knows, "Let's go inside!" after potty breaks. That's just after a week of having clear expectations.
He doesn't quite comprehend body language from the other dogs, but I'm sure he'll get it eventually. He's mixing up the signals for "Get off my face!" and "Hey man let's play!"
I think the only action you can take at this point in time is to give him a deadline.
Be firm. Tell him he needs to find somewhere else to stay by x date. That he and is no longer welcome in your home. If you want, you can offer to let the dog stay while he sorts his stuff out, but that he is not to be there with the dogs without you or Joe there after x date.
It's Wednesday today. I'd tell him he had until Friday night. That gives him a whole day tomorrow to find a place.
Yes, we've each expressed the importance of discarding the sheets he's sleeping on and sanitizing everything else he's touched. I haven't used bleach in a long time, but this seems like a worthy reason to buy some.
We literally have no housing available. We have a -19% occupancy rate and many, many families are doubled up. We don't even have hotel availability because the oil workers live in them. AHRN has five listings, two are way over his BAH, two don't allow pets, and the one that would work isn't available until 1 Dec. Our dorms are packed, NCOs and officers are doubled up in dorms too, not just airmen.
I called lodging and they said they can get him in for two nights pet friendly, then move him to a non-pet friendly VQ for up to 7 days. After that, he can live in the unaccompanied dorms, but he'll have to figure out what to do with the dog. I'm leaving town and can't watch it, so I may print out the local kennel information and hand him the number for dorm management and bid him adieu.
Please make sure Joe is with you when you do this.
That dude deserves to be dickpunched.
I can't stand people who think it's okay to beat on animals.
67/200
He's on swings. We literally don't see each other during the week. I feel like every day we procrastinate telling him is an opportunity lost.
Speaking of which (kinda, it made me think of protection), idiot put his laundry bag over his head in my dark laundry room and attempted to spook Rudi. He had the nerve to run upstairs and tell me twice that Rudi lunged at him, so I should reprimand the dog. Uh, no. I told him Rudi was doing his job. I got him specifically to scare people off.
have you been documenting all the sh*t going down? I would go with that too, if you are telling him why you are aking him to leave.
I changed my name
This, seriously. He needs to be knocked upside the head too.
I just LOLd.
I'm so nervous that this peabrain will get butthurt and feel like he's got justification for retaliating against my dogs. When Joe was trying to find a way to tell him, I told him to explain that with him being on swings, having a third person in the house during the brief time we have together is putting stress on our marriage.
I want to avoid hurting his feelings because he's acting like a 4-year old whose parents are divorcing and I desperately want to buy him a copy of Hands Aren't for Hurting. OTOH, I want him to know that well-adjusted people don't abuse their animals to obtain dominance. I was hoping setting a good example would be the ticket, but clearly it isn't.
Photo bomb, yeah!
I would sit down douchbag and explain to him that you are glad to help him out because he is family, however his behavior towards his dog is not something you would tolerate in your home.
I would give him the boot but offer to continue to watch the dog until he finds a place of his own. At least then the dog could enjoy what it is like to live in a happy loving home for awhile.
and take that poor sweet dog from him. My heart hurts for that pup.
This followed by a punch in the throat! I can't stand for people to mistreat animals. Whoever said serial killer in the making..."nail meet hammer" you just hit that one right on the head.
Oh and I cannot believe that you are supposed to be match maker for this d-bag.
I feel sorry for two parties here, you & H and his dog. He sucks!!!
Best of luck to you getting that POS out of your house!
We're going on leave and he was supposed to watch our dogs, so us watching his dog isn't even a possibility.
Wow, Ojo, that is absolutely terrible. What a creeper. I will be sending you some good "Kick him out" vibes. That man has to go.