I learned this weekend that the Dog Whisperer guy knows his stuff. I always thought it was impossible that he could turn a dog around that quickly.
Anyway, the Wife and I went to the in-laws on Saturday evening because some friends of her parents had come to town, and she wanted to visit. When we arrived to the house, the friends had taken my in-laws out to dinner, so my Wife and I headed in to the house for a few adult libations before their return…only to be greeted by the most hyperactive dog I have ever seen.
He is a Manchester Terrier, and he was insane. This dog jumped all over me, my Wife, the couch, the piano, the kitchen table…It was crazy how quickly this hell dog moved.
Screw this, I am going to go in the living room and watch some TV. My Wife can deal with the little SOB heh, heh, heh. I settled down on the couch with some Crown on the rocks, and found a small soccer match on some obscure channel that wasn’t in English. What was turning out to be a good evening for Spit was abruptly ended by a flash of black, a paw in my glass, and a mouth tugging at my shirt collar.
I was not amused. I put the dog on the floor, wiped myself off, and (grumbling several unpleasant names under my breath) went and refreshed my drink.
Just as I had gotten my butt cheeks back in to a nice groove on the couch, here he comes again. I saved the drink by holding it over my head, while trying to shoo the dog off of the couch. I called to my Wife for assistance. She tossed me the dogs favorite towel, which she indicated I was to use as a distraction device.
This would have been a great plan had she looked in my direction before throwing the towel. Instead, she threw it blindly, causing the towel to land over my left hand’s best impression of the Statue of Liberty, which in turn caused the dog to jump for the towel, pouring all of the Crown on my head.
I was not a happy man. I put the dog in the garage, and he began to destroy all of the tools. At this point, I was going to go hide in the bathroom and wait it out until the owners returned.
Suddenly I thought about the Cesar guy, and pondered the possibilities…he always made it look so easy on television. What the heck, I just have to establish dominance, right?
I came out of the bathroom, and the dog was there chewing on a couch pillow.
(At this point, I must pause because I can’t directly insult a poster, so let me go ahead and get this out of the way: No dogs were harmed in the following post. If you somehow think I abused the dog, you are an idiot, a moron, and should STFU and go back in your hole.)
I picked up the dog, flipped him on his back, and held him there. I made those little ssch! noises. The dog stopped squirming, so I let him back up. He stood still for a about 5 seconds, and then immediately resumed his previous behaviour. I picked him up again, flipped him on his back, and made the noises- except this time, I let my right had drape over his neck, barely making contact. He immediately stopped squirming, so I waited about another 5 seconds, and let him up.
Wow. He was a completely different dog! The little guy started following me everywhere. We played some fetch, and wrestled with his towel. Afterwards, I again poured a drink, and sat down to watch the match. The dog came over, hopped on the couch beside me with his head in my lap, and took a nap while I scratched his ears.
Then the owners returned, and away he went. Jumping all over them, biting at their legs- and I kid you not, the lady went over and got him a treat to “Calm him down”. :mad:
I however, had zero problem with him. They were amazed at how calm he was around me, and that they could never get him to sit still on their laps at home. Of course I kept my mouth shut, because I like getting laid by my Wife.
So anyway, I learned that indeed, you really can turn a dog’s demeanor around quickly with proper pack behaviour. It would be interesting to see how quickly a professional could do the job with a bad case.