I'm finding FSS18 to be kinda awkward to type so often, so I'm just gonna go with Guzzlord (it's a Pokemon reference) since that's what I jokingly call him in my head, anyway. *biggrin*
We've had our puppy, River, for almost a year now. We picked him up when he was 9 weeks old after an old friend back home pulled an irresponsible-pet-owner move and wound up with a litter. I was planning a trip to visit, anyway, and the timing worked out just right.
I didn't make the decision lightly, nor in a vacuum. I spoke to DF and Guzzlord at length. DF wasn't really keen on it, but FSS seemed to love the idea, and I may or may not have used my DF being a push-over when it comes to the kid to my advantage because I really wanted River, and of course DF adores him now and spoils him worse than I do.
I did explain to FSS that if we're getting the puppy during our visit down, he has to agree that he'll help out with walks, spend some play-time each day, refill empty water bowls when he sees them, etc. He agreed enthusiastically, and I was kinda excited because I thought maybe with my guidance and a new doggo friend, we could get him thinking more responsibly and show him that putting in effort leads to happy things in life. I thought that because I am naïve AF.
At first he wanted to walk him constantly (I think in some way he just wanted to be seen around the condos walking a dog?) but it wasn't long before it became a chore that was apparently keeping him away from his Xbox for way too much of his day. Not a big deal in the grand scheme, as I'm more than happy to walk River most of the time, and if I'm too busy with something else and he needs to go, that's when I ask DF. DF isn't working remotely anymore, though, so now I sometimes have to bother Guzzlord, which I absolutely hate because he always has to groan and lately has developed a habit of trying to wait until I just do it myself. That whole situation does nothing but piss me off, and while I avoidance isn't a healthy way to deal with things, that's where I am.
The real issue, though, is that DF recently had a really bad rib-sprain, and he doesn't want River sleeping in our room any more because when he inevitably moves from his own little bed and into ours, it really hurts DFs injured ribs. So we've been having Guzzlord keep him downstairs at night, and I swear I am about to absolutely lose my shit. The 1st night we had him sleep downstairs, we told him distinctly that he'd need another walk at around 9:45 and asked if he was good with doing that. Guzzlord says, "Yeah, no problem, you guys go to bed!" I had my doubts, so I put the harness and leash in a very specific spot and sure enough it was exactly as I left it when got up. I went downstairs and let River come up and we went for a nice, long walk. Confronted the kid the next day and he swore up and down that he had absolutely walked him at exactly 9:45.
The next night I didn't even bother asking. I walked the dog and then brought him down to Guzzlord afterwards. That's been the routine regarding his bedtime walk ever since.
So, yesterday I get up to a text from my boss that there's something he needs urgently, right now, it can't wait, and I have to call him right away to get details and then get started. The call lasted nearly 2 hours (much to my dismay), and I realized it's almost 10:30 AM and they're still down in the basement. As soon as I hung up with my boss I spent about 30 minutes getting set up to start working and at 11, still no Guzzlord and River.
So I go into the kitchen and listen, and I hear my puppy whining like crazy because there is no way he doesn't need to go outside urgently at this point, and Guzzlord down there shushing him and being like, "God, shut up, go back to sleep!" So I marched down there loudly and opened River's kennel loudly and shut Guzzlord's door loudly on my way out.
I'm still livid.
The cherry on top, though, is that last night DF and I decided we were both exhausted and we picked up 2 pizzas instead of cooking. I had a slice, DF had 2, and Guzzlord finished off the rest of a large freaking pizza. Like, ate all but the smallest possible slice and then asked us if he could "just have it". Then the little... darling... got up at 8:00AM this morning and sighed with huge disappointment when he saw me in the kitchen and asked how much pizza he could have for breakfast. I told him it was too early and later he may have 2. He waited until I left the room and had the 2 slices plus one of the frozen lunches we keep around for his literal snacks.
I really, really, really wish he'd move out. When I hit 18, moving out from under my parents was the 1st thing I did. I couldn't wait to do my own thing and be my own person without their nosiness and weird demands and BS. But I have a feeling that as long as DF is going out of his way to only rarely criticize (and when he does there's a huge apology-fest after and the kid learns nothing except "Dad is soft") and to always make sure he has his Xbox and all the games he wants, etc., there's never going to be any real interest in that sort of thing. I have a feeling we'll end up with Guzzlord, some randome girlfriend / wife, and whatever kids they pop out living in the basement for the rest of our lives.