When I (now 24F, living with parents who are in their 50s-60s) was 12, my parents got a miniature poodle. I'll call her A. It's worth mentioning that I was a big part of why we got her. I love dogs, and I really wanted a poodle. When we got her, she was a little scared of the nea environment, but took to us quickly and became part of our family. We trained her, regularly took her to the groomers, bathed her, played with her etc etc. Wonderful.

Them 2 years later, my mom felt A needed a friend, so she got B, same breed. I don't really remember what led up to it getting her. My dad was reluctantly okay with it, and my brother and I were kids. She was visibly terrified of the new environment, shaking and just being generally neurotic. It seemed like it was just the new house, but it went on/got worse for years.

Back to now. A is partly trained, but she still leaves excrement everywhere, and B is not at all trained. I can't leave my room without shoes. I regularly ruin pairs of shoes by stepping in it. It is by far the worst in my parents' room, where the dogs spend the majority of their time. The entire floor in there is ruined. I can't go in there sometimes because the smell is so bad. The rest of the house is pretty gross, too. My dad and I set up child gates to try and keep them out of our spaces, but the gates get left open/fall down (they're very old and don't actually work) and B comes upstairs for the sole purpose of defeating.

What's worse, my mom stopped taking them to get groomed when COVID hit. Now she won't because she's embarrassed about the fact that they look like opossums with excrement-caked dreadlocks. She lets them climb all over her her in bed and ostensibly doesn't notice how vile it is. I've clipped them before for money but it made my skin crawl so bad. My dad does it when they get way too bad or it gets really hot, but they're never clean, never trimmed, and track feces all over the house.

I'm 24. I should have a job and be independent, but I'm not there yet. I can't afford to take them to the groomers because I don't have income. I can hardly bear to go outside and spend hrs trying to shave them when they're so disgusting (especially B) it makes me feel to even look that closely. I was a young teen when we got them, and my dad was reluctant to get B.

I try my best to take care of their basic needs like food and water as I fear my parents won't stay on top of that.

My parents can technically afford to take them to a professional to get groomed. I think it's honestly wrong to subject them to that, but ny mom won't do it, my dad says they aren't his and only does it when it gets to a point where it's too inhuman for him to not, and I don't think they're my responsibility because I was a child when we got them and didn't fully understand the responsibilities involved(grew up isolated and sheltered, I was very immature at 14, parents knew that; I was a child).

They aren't my dogs. I could move out and I'd never have to clean up after them again. I just can't right now, and sometimes, I can't help but feel at fault for the abject squalor my whole family lives in, and the neglect the family dogs face.

Sorry this got long and graphic, but if you read it, I appreciate that a lot, and I also appreciate it even if you only read part of it/responded at all. Ty.