They Kicked Me Out, So I Sold the House. The Aftermath Was Shocking

He’s a little black Chihuahua and has the most adorable round eyes.

When he looks at me, he wags his tail as if it might break off.

Owning a Chihuahua has been a dream of mine since I was a child.

Working from home can be lonely, so I thought Muffin could provide some much-needed comfort.

“From today onwards, you’re Muffin, okay?”

“Woof!”

I didn’t particularly consult with my family when I decided to adopt him.

After all, this is my house, and I am the one who is going to bear all the expenses for Muffin, so I don’t see why they should have any complaints.

When I brought Muffin home, as expected, my parents and Sandy started complaining.

“Hey, we didn’t hear anything about you getting a dog!”

“Exactly! Dogs smell, don’t they? I hate odors. Kathy, how could you just bring a dog home without consulting us? We didn’t approve of this!”

As they hurled their complaints at me, I flatly told them.

“Firstly, I didn’t pick him up off the street. A friend gave him to me.”

“Also, I’m the one who’s going to bear all the expenses for Muffin, so there shouldn’t be any issue. What I choose to keep in my house is my business. If you have any complaints, you’re free to leave.”

At first, they complained vehemently, their faces flushed with anger.

But within a few hours, they were smitten by Muffin’s cuteness and began to fawn over him.

“Aren’t you cute? Are you Mommy? Are you Daddy? Or are you Sis? Look over here, sweetheart!”

Wait a minute, what happened to their anger just a moment ago?

Was it all a dream?

My whole family was utterly fascinated by Muffin.

Since then, they were constantly fussing over Muffin.

Thanks to this, their hostility towards me had lessened and I was able to spend relatively calm days.

The Breaking Point

Then one day, an event occurred that broke this tranquility.

While I was out for an errand, I received a call from my sister Sandy.

“Hello?”

“Come back home now!”

In response to my sister’s sudden shout, I asked what happened.

She vented her anger, shouting back at me.

“It’s not what happened! Muffin did his business on my clothes! What if they smell?”

“Oh, that? Just wash it quickly and it’ll be fine. And isn’t it your fault for leaving your clothes all over the floor?”

“What? It’s my fault?”

“It’s your poor training that’s to blame!”

“Enough! Muffin is still a puppy, you know. If you take him out for a walk, he won’t do his business at home. You said you were excited to walk Muffin today. Did you actually take him?”

“Well, I… I was going to take him later! And it’s all because you didn’t teach him properly. Pay me for the clothes!”

As expected, when I got home, my sister was extremely angry.

Both my parents had been informed and they were glaring at me, standing with Sandy.

Sandy threw the soiled clothes at me and started freaking out again.

“I’m going to charge you for the cleaning cost, okay?”

“Why should I? It’s because you didn’t take him for a walk and left your clothes thrown on the floor.”

“Shut up! Don’t talk back! It’s because you brought this stupid dog home that this happened.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Stupid dog? You were quite fond of him before, isn’t it? Isn’t it harsh to call him a stupid dog just because he had a little accident?”

“It’s because of your poor training. Take responsibility!”

Why can’t my family think of anything other than their own convenience?

While I was appalled by my selfish sister, my parents chimed in.

“Hey Kathy, shouldn’t you at least apologize to Sandy first?”

“That’s right. All of this happened because of that Muffin you brought home.”

“Ah, can both of you give it a rest already? Puppies are like babies. Can’t you forgive them for making mistakes once in a while?”

“Pathetic! This situation only happened because of this stupid dog. Kathy, you made the right choice by not getting married. If you became a mother, I doubt you’d raise a decent child.”

“What? How dare you say something like that? If you took him for walks properly and kept the house tidy, none of this would have happened.”

Finally, my sister raised her eyebrow and pointed at me and said.

“I can’t take it anymore! I don’t need you or this dumb dog! Get out of this house!”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I said get out! We don’t need a homeworking freeloader here.”

A homeworking freeloader?

How can a currently jobless person say such a thing?

And who do they think is paying for these household expenses?

It’s me.

As I stood bewildered by my sister’s outrageous statement, even my parents chimed in.

“That’s right, Kathy. Leave this house. Your presence only makes us feel worse. You’re a jinx.”

All three kept repeating, “Get out,” in front of me.

At that moment, my anger exploded.