Her Dog Was Taking My Place In The Relationship, So I Did The Unthinkable

I read a story here some time ago about a lady who was doing ungodly things with a dog. How the guy described the lady and her love for a dog sounded exactly like he was describing my girlfriend.

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She also wanted a little dog for her twenty-fifth birthday. She cried about it all month prior to her birthday. I had no option but to get it for her. She asked me to give it a name and I jovially suggested “Name Nda Yɛ,” meaning God is not asleep.

She slapped my chest and said, “How could you look at a cute dog like this and call him that name? His name is Diesel.”

From that day everything turned to Diesel. This dog dominated our conversations as if we didn’t have anything in this world to talk about. She would post it on her status, write about it on Snapchat, and do a video of the dog bathing and post it on Instagram.

I was already fed up when that story popped up on my timeline, as if the gods of algorithms were trying to confirm my frustration. I read the story twice and went through the comments from A to Z. Some of the comments confirmed it wasn’t a new thing and most girls had been doing that.

It put me on red alert, so I started doing my own investigation. Not that I suspected she would also do the same thing but you know, it’s a strange world. You can’t believe everybody.

I went there unannounced. I even tried to install cameras in her room. The only reason I couldn’t do it was that I didn’t have the money.

I made it clear I didn’t like the way the dog had become the center of our world and how she sought to bring it up in our conversations. What annoyed me the most was, anytime I used ‘it’ as the dog’s pronoun, she corrected me: “It’s a ‘he,’ not ‘it.’”

When all else failed, I decided to eliminate the dog secretly.

The drug I put in its food worked gently and slowly. By evening, Diesel was gone. I was home when she called to tell me. She was so shocked and distraught I could feel it in her voice. “Somebody intentionally did that to my dog. It could be the neighbors. How can a strong dog like Diesel die?”

I mourned with her so she wouldn’t suspect me. I was the one who dug the hole we buried it in. She even prayed and put perfume on its grave. The fragrance couldn’t bring it back and I was glad.

I thought our relationship would come back to where it used to be before the dog, but no. My girlfriend is now paranoid. Somehow, she believes she was rather the target and the dog died to save her. As I write this, she’s saving money to buy a new poodle because Diesel was a lifesaver.

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The day she buys that dog, I will accept defeat. That I played with a dog and lost. I will walk out silently and never look back. Whatever the dog gave her that she can’t find in me, she should continue.

—Fada

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