I’m not sure if I’m asking for advice or just venting.
TL;DR: How do I tell a friend (that I’ll soon be living very close to and seeing a lot of) that her sweet dog is totally obnoxious due to never having been trained? Or can I even tell her? Can you tell a person their kid is a brat?
I have a friend (“Mary Lou”) I’ve known for about 20 years. She’s single like me, and an old lady like me (70-sish). Due to various circumstances we’ve gotten closer over the years, mostly because of emotional/health issues of hers. In recent years she had several surgeries, financial problems, and it has been rough. A few years ago she moved to a retirement community-- a really nice one that I knew about because they had been a client of mine. (I wrote grant proposals as a freelancer for about 40 years.) It helped her out a lot as she is a gung-ho extrovert and the community is great. I was glad for her and glad she was settled someplace safe. She’s very happy there.
Right before she moved there she got a dog. She adores the dog-- she’s besotted (as people should be with their dogs-- no criticism there). She started taking the puppy (“D”) to training classes and then Mary Lou had to have surgery and couldn’t complete the classes. Well, she never did follow through with any kind of training for the dog. One time after Mary Lou had had D for a couple of years, I remarked that she had never gotten the dog under control, and Mary Lou got really mad and said, “She’s just a puppy!” and accused me of “maligning my dog.” Heck I wasn’t maligning the dog, I was maligning her. That was about six years ago. There is some small lingering tension and some hard feelings over this. Like if you criticize someone’s kid and they have a bit of a grudge toward you ever after.
I firmly believe that dogs want to be good and want to please their owners, but the owner has to take a leadership role. Mary Lou has never done this with D and frankly, can’t seem to bring herself to. When you go to her apartment (which I rarely have done) she puts D in her crate but then the dog barks the whole time. When you’re on the phone with Mary Lou, the dog barks constantly. When D refuses to obey, Mary Lou will yell at her (not loudly or meanly, but with exasperation) and slap her gently on the butt. When that happened one time, I cried, “Don’t hit her! She doesn’t know what you want!” I think Mary Lou sort of knows that D should be better behaved, but she’s in denial. Like the parent in the restaurant or church who sees other kids sitting quietly and notices that her kid is tearing up the place, but doesn’t quite make the connection… And also, like some parents, I think Mary Lou feels it’s “mean” to start laying down rules and controls for your dog. That those people who have well-behaved dogs are just lucky.
Anyway, all of this has been moot because we simply socialized out somewhere and I never had to deal with this sweet, lovable, totally confused doggy.
That all changed last week when my landlord of 10 years told me that he and his wife are getting divorced and I have to move out of my house. I’ve debated whether to start a thread on this but I don’t feel up to it yet. It was the shock of my life. I’m still reeling. Another story.
To make this story longer, I’m going to be moving, probably by the end of September, to the same retirement community where Mary Lou lives. It is indeed a fantastic place, newly remodeled, great location, strictly independent living, all expenses covered plus meals for an incredibly low cost…blahblahblah. I figured I’d move there one day. I wasn’t ready to yet ( to my landlord), but oh well. I’ve already paid the deposit and I’m committed. It’s going to be fine.
So now Mary Lou will be my neighbor. There are only 60 residents total at this location of the multi-campus organization, and we’ll be in different wings of the same building on different floors. It’s okay that we will be seeing more of each other… but I just can’t deal with her dog.
The other day I was at the office signing paperwork, and I saw Mary Lou and D walking outside. I went out and immediately D starts barking and pulling on her lead, jumping in the air. (Mary Lou has one of those controlling collars on her with the prongs on the inside… should NOT be necessary. She doesn’t lead her by the neck, thank goodness, but has her on a harness.) You can’t even get close enough to pet her because she gets so excited. She’s not a bad or vicious dog. Clearly, she is consumed with anxiety and just wants to be shown how to be calm. She’s probably about 30 pounds. She has just never been taught how to behave. And dogs want to know this, goddammit and they need their humans to teach them. It’s kind of an unusual breed, so I don’t want to mention it outright. I’ll post it in a way that a general internet search isn’t likely to turn up this thread. V-i-z-l-a.
I mean, if you have friends whose toddlers are truly obnoxious (again, through no fault of their own), you can wait a couple of decades until they grow up. But this dog is just going to get worse. I think a few lessons with a competent dog trainer would go a long way. The cost would be an issue because my friend is on the ragged edge financially and even accepts some help from the facility’s funds. I’d offer to pay, but I also help her out financially and that would be obnoxious of me, I think, and crossing a line.
Sigh. Any thoughts?
(About the dog-diplomacy-behavior issue, not–at this time–about the rest of my life. I may open that door, but I’m quite fragile and not ready yet.)