Hey guys. I have a dog. Marge. Husky x German Shorthair. (Shortsky?) I got her at 8 weeks. She is 15 months old now. She’s very smart–permanently housebroken at 12 week! And responds to training well.
When she damn well feels like it that is. I have gone almost entirely positive enforcement with her, because she just doesn’t give a shit about negative feedback. She’s like a leaping, tumbling Tigger of weapons-grade, fuck-tha-police joy. Her favorite thing is to parkour off of people’s torsos. Because she damn well wants to that’s why.
I’ve made some progress. She knows not to parkour off me. But strangers are fair game. So I have to walk her like a vicious dog. I’ve taken her on long walks with friends, as reinforcement training, so that by the end of the walk she’ll run up to my friend and fake him out: jump up chest high and then flop earthward like a leaping salmon.
You know those youtube videos, that show servicepeople coming home, to be greeted by their bestest doggie who hasn’t seen them for a couple years? And the dogs go fugue state ape shit and practically split into pieces with the overwhelming joy of reunion? That’s Marge with strangers. It’s worse with people she knows: She has this yelp of joy that morphs into a bloodcurdling scream of horror. It sounds, without exaggeration, like she’s being stabbed. People stick their heads out of doors to see who’s being murdered.
One theory: she’s oversocialized. I live in a business district, above a book store. So our front door is a public sidewalk. When Marge was a puppy, she was the cutest floppiest lickiest squeakiest puppy in the world, so it could take us 20 minutes to get to the end of the block with every passerby crouching to be licked by the wiggly fuzz face. With literally almost zero exception: Not everyone is a dog person, but everyone IS a puppy person.
So maybe that influenced this behavior?
Anyway I checked with a trainer today, who offered to help me straighten this situation out for $2800. So I laughed maniacally while I stabbed him with his own Dalmatian spotted pen, and decided to try here instead. So help me please. I mean, as dog problems go, an overabundance of joy almost seems like a humble brag. But it’s exhausting, and my neighbors cross the street when they see me coming. So she’s sweet af, but I still need to stamp out that little flame of joy that burns within her heart for my own comfort and convenience.