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Roommates have lots of pets. They fight. Bark. Hiss. Tear up. Only one is clean and doesn’t smell like litter box. I have two great fine tuned squirt bottles. The cats get wet face. I’ll hunt them. They even look at my room. Squirt. The dogs get it easier and harder when owners are gone. Special mix of powder and water. Itches. Burns a little. Like when yuh used to prank friends with itching powder. They come home or wake up & a dog is whining and scratching. Whatever.
They mostly steer clear of my room.
Sounds mean? I hear them yelling and cussing. That dog bit me. It ate my shoe. It drug the ham off the table. The cats in the food. It got litter on the food. It chewed a hole in the cushion. It tore up my new shirt. Damn it. Don’t scratch. Get your muddy feet off my dress. I have a date. Now I’ve got to change.
Those damn dogs woke me up all night. I have to goto work. Your dog shit on my carpet.
Help me get the dog. It’s chasing a car. It’s in the neighbors yard barking at 2am. The neighbors cussed me out.
They talk to the animals like humans. Mr shit please get down. That’s the dog that eats shit. There’s a black cat named......black cat.
Mr shit; please quit eating shit.
Here’s a hint. They don’t speak English. However; they do learn that getting in my room makes their nose burn and itch.
Oh Mr shit. What’s wrong. Come see moma mr shit. You wanna go for a ride mr shit.
I love to hear them wonder. You ever notice mr shit doesn’t try to get in his room. I know. He got in my room last night and got in my bed. He stinks. Now my sheets smell like wet dog shit.
I’m not sure how to train the females to quit walking in when I’m nude. Or to get them to wear at least underwear. But I have got the zoo animals under some control.
While our kids were in school, my husband and I had to let our dog Maco be put down. He was already very old and has several tumors in his lungs. That happened 2 days ago. But we were both too scared to tell our children because they loved Maco by all their heart. They would never forgive us if they found out that we let this happen. So for 2 days now, we act like Maco went missing, we even helped our kids to create missing posters and they are spreading those posters now in our neighbourhood.
Dog chili crap & the dog whistle.
Roommates new girlfriend decided to mess with me. I’m nice. But never mess with the smartest person. I timed it. Fed their dogs a bunch of chili. They had loose stools last night in the young pieces bed. She took them in the bath. Poop on the new bath mat.
This morning when her highness arrived; she had no bath mats & poop in the shower. Plus it smelled horrible.
The other day she was upset a dog ate one of her shoes. Oh it was funny when they ate my shoes. How did her shoe get out. Just put a few dog treats on the shoe. Tie a chew toy to the laces. Let it go. Now she has one new LaBron. One who looks more like old LaBron. Chewed up & wore out. What a shame.
Oh yeah. They like to get loud & stay up late. New hoe likes to throw objects against my door to make her dogs thrash around out there. She knows it must annoy me. I wear earmuffs when I sleep. Barely notice. But I do wait till it all calms down. The place is quite. I blow a dog whistle. I hear young hoes room explode in noise. Dogs yapping & barking. Cats stirred up. Light comes on. Cussing. Door opens. Dogs run out. Chase cats. Cats hiss & knock stuff over. Broke glass. Leftovers in the floor. I fall back asleep. Sometimes I do it later at night or earlier in the morning.
Oh. Another fun game. They used to leave leftovers out at night. Then get up to snack. I now sneak out. Loosen the lid of covering. Smear on some cat treat they love. Carefully set a cat by the food.
It’s awesome when the cats start fighting. Knock a whole pan in the floor. I also love it when someone gets up & catches a cat eating out of the food. They won’t eat it now, but leave it for the others.
Mostly they now put the fresh leftovers in the fridge now. Then complain it’s cold & dried out. Too funny. If they ever stop eating my food and bouncing balls by my door I’ll stop.
I stuffed three hot dog buns up an eight graders vagina and I enjoyed every single second of it.
I can’t tell him I want to end it we share a dog n I have no place to go I’ve fucked his coworker and supervisor and I almost fucked his best friend from elementary school I don’t want to hurt him but I’m never pleased
I don't like the way my wifes talks to me. She treats me like I don't know anything and like I couldn't do anything without her telling me. I now started to give her sweets everytime she talkes nicely and politely with me and it's starting to work. She is re-thinking her behaviour and even corrects herself if she said something harsh.
This method is called "classical conditioning" by Pavlov. He invented this, using his dog.
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Scared the neighbors. My neighbors have a bunch of dogs that scare my female roommates. I stay out of it.
But they came on my property, started barking at my girlfriend and scared her. I’m a massive human. I pulled off my shirt and walked towards the dogs to beat their butts. The neighbors ran out. Grabbed their flea bags. And drug the noisy tic carriers in the house. It was funny. You want to own dogs you’d better keep them away from people I love. Get a nice dog & keep it home. Don’t let your violent dog come near my loved ones or I’ll cancel it when it tries to attack one day. Then I’ll call the cops & sue your butt.
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I have had a addiction to sex
When I was about 6 or 7
I don't know why and how I learn it but ever since then I been have dirty thought and started watching porn when I was 10.
It when all the way to masturbation
I started massaging my breasts
And putting pens and anything that can be used into my vagina
I do this almost every day
And dream about getting fucked by a fake anime character (which I lied that I was dating, to my friends) even a dog!
I don't know why I do it
But I still do it to this her day
I am ashamed
Was biking along the road on an evening. It was in January and therefore pretty cold. I was driving home from gym when I suddenly heard strange noises. Like there was someone screaming and squeeking or something. Because it was already getting dark, I hurried to look around and found a dog on the roadside, bound to a fence. He already looked very tired and exhausted and I guess he has been there for a while.
Then I noticed a car which was approaching us, so I hid behind a tree because I didn't want anyone to see me and think I bound that dog to that fence. The car passed, I was happy that no one saw me, I got on my bike and drove home. It took me a while before I realised I left the dog in his terrible position without helping him but I was almost at home and it had got dark, so I went home.
I don't know what happened to the dog but I feel terrible. Please please dear god, I really hope someone else helped the poor guy...
I confess I am an asshole.
Being the horny teenager I am, I often have thoughts of sex. I have a male lab that's 6 I think. Fat dog. He's been neutered. I'm not gay, but sometimes when I get horny I want to fuck him so bad. And I'm more and more like to every time I'm alone. I tried to and I want him to fuck me. I want to suck my boxer (hasn't been neutered) dick. Hmm I want to do it so badly
I posted pics and a video of a mexican mom I'm fucking, it turned me on the comments that guys and couples wanted to do to her.
Short and not so sweet. When I was 16 or 17 I sucked the neighbor dog's dick. I don't know why. For years I thought I was the world's sickest dude. Then I found a number of websites devoted to sex with animals.
Of course most of the videos are of women doing the deed. And doing a better job than I did. But for all you doggy dick suckers--there are plenty of you out there. You aren't alone.
Confession is good for the soul. Think I'll find something else disgusting to try.
You ever think you were right but you weren’t ? Well that happened to me. Im glad i never wrote down or typed the real answers i had in my head. Oh i wrote & typed some false stuff. Never give away the truth. Theres always a thief that will find a way to steal that.
But turns out i was wrong; so thats actually awesome. I got rid of my false stuff. Left some more intentional gibberish. Now its time to move on from that foolishness. Glad i never pursued that. Id look like an idiot.
Now for something funny. My roommates pets will not leave me alone. I woke up with one of them sleeping on me. I go to the bathroom. Get out of the shower. There one is. Follow me around. Drive me nuts. I dont have the heart to be mean, but i dont have any pets, because i dont want any. Shouldn’t they go bother the people who feed them? Cats. Dogs. This is why i never had indoor pets.
We have two dogs and one cat. One of the dogs is awesome (I love him) the cat is meh (I’m not really a cat person) and the other dog however is a giant pain in the ass.
She pisses and shits in my office and pisses and shits in my outdoor kitchen. She adds no value, she sleeps all fucking day (like a cat), she hates going outside, she gets frequent ear infections that smell like sour ass and requires vet visits all the damn time.
My wife loves the dog. She’s had her since before we met. I love my wife more than anything but that dog is a nightmare.
If the dog could have an “accident” without it devastating my wife, that would be one dead ass dog TODAY.
I don't have a single friend on this planet. I have some online people I talk to but they really aren't friends. I thought they were but aren't. My husband only stays with me because I support him. My kids don't even like me. My dog got mad at me for getting my daughter a dog of her own and won't have anything to do with me. I'm the most lonely and miserable person on the planet. My grandmother was my best friend and she died two years ago. I haven't spoken to anyone at all for more than a few minutes since she died. I wonder almost daily if everyone wouldn't be better off without me. I honestly don't think anyone would even notice I was gone.
As kids me and my brother always hid the poop of our dogs in the newspapers of our neighbours.
There is this man I meet regularly in the park when I am walking my dogs and we started talking a few months ago. He also has two small dogs (I do not know the breed) and we let our dogs play together. It is really nice, we talk a lot about everything, he has the same humour as me and he is very attractive. I am always looking forward to going to the park in hopes that I meet him. And then it happened, I couldn't believe it. He kissed me one day. Out of the blue.. while we were laughing about something (I can't remember now what it was) and the moment was just perfect...
The thing is... I am single, but he is married!!!!
He never mentioned her to me, never muttered a word about her! And he is never wearing a ring (I've checked). She came by the park when our dogs had a "play date" to bring him is phone (because he forgot it at home). That's how I found out. That was after the kiss, I think like a week later...
We never talked about the kiss since then and I don't know what to do.. I actually thought I was going to fall in love with hime before I knew he was married. Now I am heartbroken and I don't know if I should tell her?
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When my dad's dog died I was actually happy at first. He was old and no longer able to control his bowels while also being more demanding than usual. He was always a bit of a nuisance due to my parents not training him at all and in age became worse through no real fault of his own. He was clearly suffering since his legs had failed entirely. He got put down after vomiting blood.
After a few days I began to remember his puppyhood and felt emotional. He was a trouble maker but never malicious. He wasn't a bad dog, maybe he could had been trained better but he was not bad.
He seemed so scared when he was in his final days of existence. I want to know his pain has ended and he is in Heaven not some eerie plane of non-existence.
I gave him a bath and cooked chicken with a tasty sauce for the dog in his sunset hours. I didn't actually know he was going to be put down that day.
I wish I had cared for him more in his life. Now I feel a void. He was a nice dog. He didn't deserve to die and it hurt to watch him suffering. I feel like a shit person.
I want nothing more in the world than to watch a dog fuck a woman infront of me. I want to touch and lick and play with both of them and once the dog has knotted her I want to put my cock down her throat and spray all my cum into her.
When smart people aren’t smart. Trying to talk about dog training with a guy. Discussing some ladies dog.
It’s a large dog getting aggressive. He tried to train it for them. It would lay down. Act right. Well they like to drink. They will point at people and tell it to get them. They laugh as it scratches people. They claim it’s playing. But it it also bites. An 60 dog biting can be dangerous.
I’m a big man. I can toss a 250 lb man around like a bag of chips. No dog is big enough to do much with me. But what about women; old people, & children?
I had a friend who taught me a lot. He trained military & police K 9. So I have warned these morons. They take it around very small children every once in a while. So far no problems. They just yell at it. But it’s getting more aggressive. Biting more & harder as it nears maturity. It’s going to be bigger.
So this man half understands dogs. We both laugh that when they sick the dog on other adults & laugh, it often then gets on them. I’ve seen it knock one down. Bite them. Scratch them. Mess up their clothes as they leave for a date.
See they aren’t even training it to be aggressive right. It’s going after them too.
They argue it’s a good dog. It’s a relatively happy dog. Not crazy. Tears up everything. But it already knocked one of their old relatives over & hurt her arm.
So the man is smart. But can’t see when he’s wrong. I said you can’t train a dog to be both a gentle dog and an aggressive dog. It’s even hard to do that with extreme athletes and cops. Doubt me? Look at how many NFL players attack women, & cops kill unarmed kids. Sure; most don’t. But always training for aggression & being around violence makes a person more likely to go off one day.
So I had it trained to leave me alone. Stay off me. Do what I said. They tried to sick it on me. To them it’s “playing”. It tried. I told it no. They were telling it to do it.
Wolves and big cats will pick up their young behind their necks. If done right it doesn’t hurt them. I just picked the dog up by that. Used the other hand to pour a little mild hot sauce on its nose. Took it outside & put it on a leash. They got mad & said they hope it bites me. They went out & took it off the leash. Fine. Not my problem.
So later I re-enforced the hot sauce. Relax. I eat a lot of it. I didn’t get any in its eyes. It’s mild. A lot of plants have natural irritants to survive. Well now the dog has determined I’m the alpha once again.
It will never attack me. If it ever gets aggressive & I’m around; all I need to do is yell, & it will heal. But what if it’s at their relatives & they leave it around a small child?
Oh it’s not that bad yet. But it could become that bad if they keep being morons.
You read it in papers all the time.
See the dog wants to be an alpha. One day if all the adults step away; & a smaller child happily yells or laughs in a high pitch that hurts the dogs sensitive hearing, it may attack them to shut them up. They of course will scream louder at a high pitch to alert other humans. It will attack more to shut it up. If any other dogs are around & see the attack they often join in. Just saying.
So this smart guy tries to argue that you can train cop dogs; military dogs; guard dogs to not attack owners; be obedient, & only attack certain people. True. But never trust them around kids.
I saw such dogs kill a random nice dog once. I also saw a man tore up when his dog got older & went crazy. I pulled it off his throat.
Oh well. Everyone knows everything.
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