The Daily Dog: I am…the dog wheeesperer.
That shot straight up Sunny’s nose is for commenter Recovering Liberal. You asked.
To supplement today’s Daily Dog photos, I have a gripping story of danger and intrigue.
First, I am here to tell you, Cesar Milan is RIGHT. He’s right about everything he ever said about dogs and aggression and calm assertiveness and all that shit. Here’s the scoop:
Last Friday evening, I took my dogs to the school/park down the street as I am wont to do. We got around behind the practice fields where it’s safe to let them off leash, which I did, and everything was great. Then I saw off across the whole complex, three kids with a dog on a leash. I kept my eye on them as they went into the fenced area surrounding the main football field. This was good because it meant their dog and my dogs wouldn’t have to interact, and I was glad for that because I could see immediately that these brats didn’t have any control over their animal.
As soon as their dog saw me and my dogs over 100 yards away, it keyed in on us and flipped its shit trying to get loose from its leash. Sunny and Maggie heard it barking at them aggressively and that got their hackles up but they remained calm because I have been devoted lately to doing what Cesar says and dominating them the right way. I’d already noticed a huge change in them around the house and on walks, but we hadn’t encountered another dog since I got drop-dead serious about this.
Anyway, so they remained calm while this other dog, far away, continued to flip its shit. We had to go closer and pass by it in order to get to the car, but I wasn’t worried because there was a fence separating that little furry asshole from us. So we got closer and by the time we were at the closest point we would be, the other dog, which I could now see was a pit bull (OF COURSE) was completely enraged and was literally dragging the boy across the grass towards the fence. No shit. This was a 13-year-old boy, at least 110 pounds, and that beast was pulling him on his butt across the grass for about 20 yards.
Which, understandably, made my dogs flip their shit, and they rushed the fence just as the pit bull reached its side of it, and they all started fighting through the fence. At which point, the three kids (2 girls and a boy, all about 11-13 years old) commenced flipping their shit. Screaming and yelling “GIZMO NO! GIZMO NO! ARGHGHGH!”
I thought that was a little bit of an overreaction and I told the kids to be silent. They all looked at me in terror, which again I thought was an overreaction, but as soon as they fell silent, the dogs immediately relaxed. Go figure. So then trans-fence sniffing took place, everything was fine, and I put my dogs on their leashes and said “let’s go”. We went. Then it got interesting.
As we came round the opposite side of the field, still fenced, the pit bull freaked out again and tore back towards us. Maggie still has some work to do as far as realizing when she is outmatched, so of course she engaged the pit bull and charged back towards her, ripping the leash out of my hand. Unfortunately, the fence at that spot was a little high off the ground, and the pit bull in its frenzy squirmed under the fence and went completely APE SHIT.
First she attacked Sunny, who had just been standing there like a loaf (good girl). That was a bad move on pit bull’s part, as Sunny does weigh 95 pounds and is protective of me and Maggie. So within a split second, she and the pit bull were going at it while Maggie came in from the side, and I admit, it was pretty fuckin’ scary. Two huge, tough bitches going at it is not a sight for the weakhearted.
And guess what, children tend to be weakhearted. All three of them were screaming at the top of their lungs by this point, and in the two seconds it took me to assess the whole situation, I felt - and I am NOT JOKING HERE, SHUT UP - the spirit of Cesar Milan come over me. I mean it, shut up. I am telling you what happened, and that is that I genuinely saw in my mind’s eye a lightning-fast replay of everything I’ve ever seen on Cesar’s show, and in those two seconds, I went from thinking I was about to see a dog get killed (who knew which one) to feeling like a master of worlds.
As I took a few steps quickly but calmly over to the canine melee, I shouted firmly at the kids: “STOP YELLING. BE SILENT.” They obeyed. Then I addressed the animals just like Cesar always says, with calm assertiveness. The key is calm, and it is something I never would have felt in this situation even a few weeks ago. It was pretty damn scary what was happening but I knew I was the only creature of the seven present who could make anything good happen, right?
So I calmly but very, very dominatingly approached the fighting dogs, said “Ay!”, and kicked Sunny gently yet firmly on her fat rump. She let go of Gizmo the pit bull, looked up at me, lost her balance, and fell on that very same fat rump. Which for some reason completely disarmed Gizmo for a few seconds. I nonchalantly reached down and got hold of Sunny’s leash, and at the same time, Maggie let up and pulled back from the scene, and I calmly acquired her leash. As I did this, I watched Gizmo out of the corner of my eye and she just stood there, seeming disappointed that none of us wanted to let her rip our throats open.
Once I had my dogs in hand and behind me, I faced Gizmo head-on and she started to growl at me and showed her teeth. I took another step towards her and held out my hand at her JUST LIKE CESAR and said “zzzzt!” And most importantly, I meant it.
People. It worked. The second I thrust my hand towards her and zzzt’ed, her ears went from the forward “killing” position to the back “hey how ya doin” position, and she averted her eyes. All of which of course made me positively DRUNK with power and success. So I took another step toward her with my hand still up, to make sure she knew I was completely goddamn dominating her, and she turned around and trotted away.
BOOYAH, BITCH!
All three of the kids were crying by this point. I asked them if Gizmo was always like this and why they were so upset, and they said she had torn other dogs up and just recently, had gotten two different males by the throat and pinned them. (This bitch was lactating, by the way, I could plainly see her nipples, and I figure that has something to do with it.) And then one of them pointed at Maggie and sobbed, “She’s bleeding.” Sure enough, blood was trickling down sweet Maggie’s chin, but she was fine - in fact I think one of her own teeth got caught on her lip and gave it a little cut.
So basically the kids thought either Gizmo was going to kill my small dog (Maggie) or that my big dog (Sunny) was going to kill Gizmo, and that in any case, I was going to call the cops and have Gizmo destroyed. I didn’t do that because the truth is, my dogs were partly to blame because they didn’t completely ignore Gizmo, and nobody got hurt, not to mention the fact that my dogs were off leash anyway. So I just told the kids, get that leash back on that animal, go home, tell your parents you cannot handle Gizmo and that she got in a bad fight, and never ever take that dog out by yourselves again until she gets trained. I will call the cops next time (and definitely won’t have my pigs unleashed next time, either).
Anyway. I just made a short story long didn’t I? Tough titties. It was exciting and I was incredibly proud of myself for handling the situation. After I got home, I spent the whole night reading on the internet about dog fights and dog attacks, because it hit me that I was still shaking an hour later and that I could have actually gotten hurt, but was pleased to learn that in fact, I’d done everything 95% right. (Not completely, I am still learning after all, but obviously good enough for that situation. I’d even grabbed a stout stick as soon as I saw Gizmo’s bad attitude from 100 yards away and was going over in my head what to do if she attacked me instead of my dogs, such as shoving that stick straight down her throat.)
But the most important part of the whole story is how I rewarded Sunny and Maggie for submitting to my will when it really mattered: green beans. They love them.
Below the fold: another green bean. I think it’s funny. Your mileage may vary.
Oh my ever loving God. You are freaking brilliant!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Gizmo needs to be spayed…if she’s lactating that means she isn’t spayed yes? There are places that will do it for low to no cost. Sheesh. Stupid parents.
And good for your doggies! I love that they obeyed. =) I have full faith in our Ruler to dominate and keep us all under control. Ha! =D
April 14th, 2008 at 4:07 pmRachel, you’re doing that all wrong. See, you need to hold your body more like this, and move your hands like that… yes, yes, I know you got good results, but baby you need to learn the right technique. Now…
Umm… is that Rupert I see coming back? ‘Scuse me miss, I’ve got to be moving on now…
Signed: Cesar Milan, from the gun range
April 14th, 2008 at 4:22 pm[Pat, just want to say, you win the prize of the day for comment that made me laugh out loud the LOUDEST. Freakin’ brilliant! Well played, sir, well played. - Rachel}
Spaying Gizmo at this point probably won’t help the situation any, as at this point, it’s a learned behavior.
The way you handled the situation totally inspires me! Kudos to you, you probably prevented something really horrible from happening. I’m totally inspired to get my Caesar on and show my beautiful sweet giant-ass english mastiff who hates other dogs dominated and in-check!
Good job, lady.
April 14th, 2008 at 4:30 pmSecond pic:
April 14th, 2008 at 4:33 pm“Dis NOT pork!”
Good show!! You controlled a situation that easily could have gotten way out of hand–for the dogs, you, and the kids. Never underestimate the power of Rachel!
/major sucking up
April 14th, 2008 at 4:33 pmomg, i LOVE cesar!!! the most effective dog trainer ever. he’s the reason why i constantly use “the claw” on my little puppy and she is in awe of me because i won’t put up with her shit. my parents need a little more convincing so she’s still very rowdy with them. they are her surrogate parents right now, but it’s clear that when i’m with her, she’s my dog. cesar, dude, that man is a fucking genius.
and sunny looks so cute missing the green beans.
April 14th, 2008 at 4:47 pmGood job training your dogs. I think that maybe you’ve been watching too much Dog Whisperer, although if it works…
My sisters train German Shepards, and sometimes have some trouble with aggression. When big dogs fight, it can be scary.
April 14th, 2008 at 4:52 pmLOL!!! I can’t help it! That was solid gold!
April 14th, 2008 at 4:55 pmThank you, Wachel!! You made my week! I am deliwious with joy.
April 14th, 2008 at 4:58 pmExcellent post.
It is a powerful feeling.
April 14th, 2008 at 5:08 pmHot damn am I proud of you, Rachel. And I LOVE Cesar Milan.
Plus, you may just have taught those kids something by showing them what to do…although they need training as well as the dog.
I used to dog sit for someone and take the pooch to the dog park…it amazes me how much human beings can escalate a situation.
(Real quick if you don’t mind)
A couple of dogs were at the park, a small one and a large one. The large one only went up to sniff out the small dog. The small dog barked trying to show dominance. NOTHING was really the matter. But the humans involved all started yelling and screaming and next thing you know? Dog fight…meaning, those two AND any other dog around started getting aggressive. I did the same thing, I told them all to SHUT! UP! and calm down! (The humans, that is.) They were all so stunned that they did shut up and guess what? So did the dogs. I got a few choice words hurled at my back after I walked away but guess what, jack offs, your dogs aren’t fighting any more now are they?
At that point, I only cared about the dogs, not the dumb ass people since they still didn’t get it.
Anyway, again, I’m beaming with pride over here. Excellent job and glad you wrote about it.
April 14th, 2008 at 5:16 pmGood Job on handling the sich, Rachel. Obviously your ‘tard helmet has powers unknown to mortal man (or dog).
*rant*
God-DAMN those pit bull owners. I fucking hate, hate, hate them. And don’t tell me that it’s not the dog’s fault, man. I fucking KNOW that, stoner. It’s just that that breed attracts those kind of tatooed idiot who wants his dog to project his ‘toughness’. And they get a pit bull, and they can’t handle it, or be bothered to train it, and it starts busting up the neighborhood pets owned by the local gentry.
We had one in our dog’s first obedience training last year. Totally psychotic. Attacked any man, woman, child, or dog within 2 meters. The owner, a nice blonde lady, was trying to ‘rescue’ it from the pound. Needless to say, we left after telling the trainer that he had no business mixing that damaged canine in with other puppies. He said it was for socialization. Funny how we didn’t want our pup torn up to rehab that monster. Wonder how the blonde looks with 4 puncture marks on the arm.
Want more? I just met one of our local assholes with a puppy on a fucking choke chain. Typical pit bull owner, tattoos, chin pubes, and hair that looked like a gorilla jacked off on it to get it spikey.
He was sooo proud that his brand new pit bull puppy was so tough that it needed a choke chain. At 8 weeks. I expect that the poor dog will have a permanent wheeze the next time we meet it. That, and a psychotic desire to attack my Shiloh Shepherd.
And the female that attacked Rachel was lactating. that means the owners are breeding her. Any bets on how thoroughly they researched the stud? How many generations they want back to check for inbreeding, line breeding, cross breeding, coefficient of (genetic) incidence?
What am I saying, any bets on whether they even tested the bitch for genetic defects known to the breed? Nope. It was just, hey, your male looks tough, let’s mate them while we drink beer. We can sell the puppies for a bundle.
God, I wish my state had open carry laws. I’d target the pit bull second.
*/rant*
Again, good job, Rachel!
April 14th, 2008 at 5:33 pmAnyway. I just made a short story long didn’t I? Tough titties.
“The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter.”
April 14th, 2008 at 5:39 pm-Blaise Pascal
Love the Dog Whisperer. Saw one over the weekend, he was trying to get two spastic golden retrievers under control. This show was the closest I’ve seen him just about lose it. He even admitted that the dogs were getting the better of him after a couple of hours and he had to put them on total ignore so he could re-establish the dominance. We use lots of his tricks/tips on our brood. We breed Chihuahua’s, granted it’s easy to gain physical dominance over such little dogs but damn, they can be just as stubborn as a 95 lb. dog. I’m not a huge guy but when we walk our dogs, I make sure that I’m in the lead when we’re coming up on a person walking a larger dog, as small as I am, my wife is even smaller. I also figure if I lead with my leg (artificial limb) if the dog decides to try and take a bit outta me, he’ll at least break a tooth or two if he chooses the wrong leg to go after.
April 14th, 2008 at 5:48 pmMay I remind about the ?
April 14th, 2008 at 5:52 pmI say “Lethal Weapon”.
Hound of Doom,
WTF do tattoos have to do with anything? I have tattoos and purple hair and my dog was a Lhasa Apso.
I know at least one reader on here who owns a pit mix who is a clean-cut, blonde all American Christian girl. She adopted the dog as an adult and has drastically improved its behavior.
April 14th, 2008 at 5:52 pmIt’s not the breed, it’s the owners and their attitude/ineptitude. I have a friend — with an 87 ac. farm, mind you — who’s done wonders with several pitbull rescues. She’s a serious alpha-mom to those dogs, though.
Rachel, you are the alpha — w00t!
April 14th, 2008 at 6:06 pmHi Jennifer,
No prob here w/tattoos, just making the point that practically all the assholes around that own these dogs have tattoos, spikey hair, chin pubes, and long sideburns. It’s like a uniform. The ones I meet are typically males in their early 20s that are trying to tell the whole world that they are all growed up and ex-trem-ely tough.
Since we have a large Marine base close by, if you want to find someone that can break people in half, you need only look for the military haircut. That’s why these kids look like clowns to me.
Pit mix? No prob. We met a nice couple on Sunday with a Pit/Jack Russel mix. Delightful dog! Like I said, not the breed, the owner. Hell, train and socialize your pit bull and come on over. Fail to do it, and you have an unguided missile loose in the neighborhood. The Hell of it is, the dog will pay the price in the end, not the owner.
And I’m pretty sure you do a better job with styling your purple spikey hair than men do.
April 14th, 2008 at 6:07 pmYou should write a blog!
April 14th, 2008 at 6:14 pmCesar Milan? Is he some sort of US version of Barbara Woodhouse (sorry for the kind of reference that absolutely no-one who isn’t British and over 30 will understand)? If I’d had to guess, I would have said he was a camp fashion designer or something.
But dammit girl, what are you trying to do to us red-blooded males? First the pic, and now impressing us with your total take-no-shit coolness. I’ve always had a thing for Sarah Connor and for Sigourney Weaver in the Alien movies, but I think they’ve both now been supplanted.
Right, I’m now going for a cold shower followed by a good lie down…
April 14th, 2008 at 6:28 pmGreat story Rachel. My favorite part was you telling the kids to stop yelling and they actually did.
Off topic; how do I view your new banner? I have not found it yet.
April 14th, 2008 at 6:40 pmCesar IS the best thing that ever happened to this never-had-a-dog-before gal. Ours is far too smart and if it wasn’t for Cesar I’d be OWNED.
The dog park this wknd exhibited a similar situation - very nervous owner, very nervous dog. Later, dog is chilled out and owner is still anxious so when she freaks over my dog’s attempt at playing I just tell him, “Let’s go find a better energy, buddy…” Now THAT is a dog park insult.
Good on ya - but you should have told the kids to watch the show, too, and learn something.
April 14th, 2008 at 6:57 pmRob F,
April 14th, 2008 at 7:23 pmWalkies!
Well done, young “Lucas-Walker.”
Calm and assertiveness works, wouldn’t ya say?
April 14th, 2008 at 7:28 pmRachl Lukis, you’re my HERO.
Seriously, dude. That’s effin’ cool. I love Cesar and I have found that his methods often work on my children as well.
[snicker]
April 14th, 2008 at 7:45 pmRachel, great job keeping a cool head in a very tough spot. I am not familiar with the dog whisperer so I learned something today. Dogs are pack animals and do respond to the alpha influence quite well. I do know the quiet approach works from training a stray husky my sister adopted that she and her husband had no control over but this is the first I have heard about not yelling at them to calm agressive behaviour. It makes since though in that the dog could interpret the owner’s yelling as a need to protect them and become more agressive. I am a semi new visitor and am now a big fan, Rupert is a lucky man.
April 14th, 2008 at 7:58 pmWell played, Rachel. Well played. I’ll be honest - I’m one of those that definitely leans toward the “Let the dog basically walk all over me” routine, which, coincidentally, is why I don’t have dogs. That said, you’re showing me religion: Being a softie doesn’t make for a happier owner or a happier dog. I’m beginning to understand.
April 14th, 2008 at 8:24 pmAwesome.
April 14th, 2008 at 8:33 pmWow. I gotta start watching that show.
April 14th, 2008 at 8:47 pmI love it when people finally “get” Cesar!
We’ve been watching him for a couple years now. Our Shelties are darned well behaved puppies.
The best thing about Cesar? I love the way he often puts an eh sound before an s-word. Just cracks me up.
Eh-Sit! Eh-Stay!
April 14th, 2008 at 9:27 pmTangent: Our beagle likes FROZEN green beans. I think it’s the crunch…
April 14th, 2008 at 9:35 pmHey Felicity, I remember that Barbara Woodhouse had this phrase..”come and…TALK!”.
Apparently it had the same effect as “ZZZZZTTT”. God knows why. I’d rather lay my odds on Rachel surviving a pit bull attack than someone like Barbara, though.
I like people who like dogs, and they seem to like me,too. Maybe it’s a sympathy thing - I’m so ridiculously hairy that people subconsciously glance at the moon the first time they meet me.
I’ll let you take me for walkies any time, but I just don’t do the green beans thing - it’s those pork ear things or nuffin’ as far as I’m concerned.
And please, no silver jewelery. Not after the last time *shudders*.
April 14th, 2008 at 9:42 pmI just tried Cesar’s patented Zzzzzt on my orange tabby. He jumped of course and then slowly rotated his head and gave me a look of complete and utter disdain. I really need to get another dog.
RobF, Barbara Woodhouse was the subject of one of Morley Safer’s “those dotty Brits” segments on 60 Minutes many years ago. I have never forgotten how to say “Walk-ies!”
April 14th, 2008 at 9:48 pmUpdate; I can now see the new banner.
IT’S GREAT!
April 14th, 2008 at 9:56 pmAnd Rach, the add with Ginger the Welsh Corgi is GREAT!
April 14th, 2008 at 10:09 pmWith or without helmet? Or given that this post/blog is all about dogs should that be Helmutt? Hellmutt?
April 14th, 2008 at 11:08 pmNah Carol, we’re not dotty in the slightest - honest!
And I’m going to deny forever that one of my greatest heroes is esteemed astronomer Patrick Moore: Moore
OK, so I did own a xylophone when I was around 10. Happy now? Next people will be complaining about brits keeping copies of “Astrophysics Now” under their beds. Yeah, well so what? My mum still hasn’t found my copies because now that I’m 37 she’s finally decided to respect my privacy.
I call that a good result, by anyone’s standards. Excuse me; I have to go away an fantasise about Carol Vorderman telling me what an amazing guy I am. Hey, I’m not alone - even Kim knows who she is (http://www.theothersideofkim.com/index.php/beauties/11499/).
If I had to choose anyone to hold my phaser rifle and make me feel cool, it’d have to be either Carol or Rachel. Although in a blatant attempt to get back on subject though, I wouldn’t mind a great dog like Sunny watching my back.
April 14th, 2008 at 11:12 pmExcellent! Maybe your helmet should say: Wachel - Dog Wheeesperer
April 14th, 2008 at 11:32 pmRachel - dominance - hmmmmm….
“ZZZZTTTTT! zzzttt!” Ruby Rod
April 14th, 2008 at 11:59 pmThat first picture of Sunny looks like my family’s dog Molly when she’s in the kitchen waiting for fallout. Funnily enough, she’s also a bit fat, but she’s a Pomeranian and very poofy so it’s hard to notice.
April 15th, 2008 at 12:44 amJennifer…not fair to mention Rowdi, Sarah has freakishly large hand that dominate all dogs
Wachel you are well on your way to world conquest!
April 15th, 2008 at 1:24 amRachel, please - PLEASE - run for President.
April 15th, 2008 at 6:17 amPresident? I want her to run for Senate Whisperer first.
April 15th, 2008 at 7:09 amDearRachel,
NOW. While you are drunk with power!
The Rachelucion! Let it begin.
or…
Your fans demand it
v/r
April 15th, 2008 at 7:24 ammike
Jennifer, mwah.
April 15th, 2008 at 8:01 amSluggo, I’m going to take a picture of my ridiculously teeny girl hands just for you.
I wish to God that every decent person who owned a pit bull, an American Staffordshire Terrier, a Staffordshire Bull Terrier, a Bull Terrier, an American Bulldog, or anything remotely resembling those breeds would TRAIN THEIR DOG and then GET OUT IN PUBLIC. I would freakin’ love it if ninety percent of the time, the pit bull you saw in the park was living up to what it SHOULD be.
I love it when people make awed comments when I’m training my dogs in public, but it doesn’t do any good for the pit bull image problem because my dogs are small and fluffy.
Rachel
April 15th, 2008 at 9:01 amMy Lab likes green beans, but since she will eat anything that does not eat her first; that may not mean much.
April 15th, 2008 at 9:49 amI LOVE these photos where you throw treats at the dogs! HAHAHAHA
April 15th, 2008 at 10:46 ambarsinister Says:…the curse of the labs, ours has eaten every type of food, panties and pantyhose (not a pretty sight, her trying to pass a 2 foot long pantyhose leg)
April 15th, 2008 at 11:32 amSarah you can post a picture using your P99 as a known size reference. If it looks small in your hand….
April 15th, 2008 at 11:35 amWay to go, Rachel. Your compassion with the children is commendable, as it’s not really *their* fault their parents are stupid.
Oh, and I find a squirtgun full of ammonia helps when the Cesar strategy fails.
April 15th, 2008 at 12:26 pmRachel, thanks for making the Saddest Bee coffee mugs! Now to figure out how to get it to Bagdad and surprise Rupert when he sees one in the Al Faw palace.
April 15th, 2008 at 12:46 pmGreat story Rachel. Glad that you, Sunnie, and Maggie are okay. I will have to get his DVDs since I’ve never seen that he is on TV in my area.
April 15th, 2008 at 12:54 pmThe Cesar Milan stuff works, alright.
I’ve been forced to do the zzzzt thing more once when attacked by my wife.
“Did you buy me any presents, Lance?”
“Uh, no, none today, My Queen, but…..”
“Then I am forced to cut you!”
“Zzzzzt!”
Calm and sbumissive.
April 15th, 2008 at 1:21 pmAmazing story! Isn’t Cesar magnificent.
April 15th, 2008 at 6:20 pmI love your dogs.
I just know that it is not wise to grab someone else’s dog by the tail during a dog fight. I have the scar left on my left wrist as a reminder. I have the “voice” that usually will make even strong dogs think twice about misbehaving. Fortunately, my new puppy is a springer/golden retriever cross and very brainy. At 14 weeks, she’s been remarkably easy to train. And she eats just about any vegetable put in front of her.
April 15th, 2008 at 7:55 pmWe get a lot of little chicas in our neighborhood walking their BFs Pits, Mastiffs and Rotties. I don’t hate the breed, but owning one is like owning a car with 500hp or a .50 cal sniper rifle - they are very powerful and require strength and discipline. If you can’t handle it, don’t own it. I have a very simple philosophy: I will do everything in my power to keep my dog away from those dogs and to avoid any fights, but if one of them ever hurts my pooch, I will put it down myself with a load of double X.
April 15th, 2008 at 9:01 pmI am so glad you and your girls are okay!!!
April 16th, 2008 at 6:27 amYears ago when I ran with my Irish Setter, Zeke, a Chow came out of no where and had Zeke by the throat with a death grip! Zeke had a calico handkerchief around his neck, which saved him from having any contact with the Chow’s teeth. ( Thank you,Jesus!)Since this was the days before Cesar, I had to rely on my Faith based answer for any problem and scream the name of Jesus to “dissolve this evil creature ” so I could finish my run and get to work. He sent City workers, who lifted the Chow off Zeke and I finished my run with 3 herniated discs in my back from trying to pull the beasts apart.
Endorphins are wonderful after any type of exercise or battles for our beloved canines! BTW Zeke was on a leash. The Chow was not!
Take the best of care and Thank you for being such a bright spot in my early morning reading!
That is the coolest story I’ve heard in a long time. You are now officially my rock star.
April 16th, 2008 at 10:19 pmrachel,
April 22nd, 2008 at 12:24 ami’m happy you and your dogs came out o.k., and i’m also becoming a fan of cesar’s methods. we’ve got a pit bull bitch at our house and she’s a sweetheart, so i’ll have to agree with the posters who say “its the owners” and heartily damm the orcs who mishandle/mistreat the dogs. i’m trrying to teach “sakura” to maintain good manners, not jumping up on people as a “greeting”, but my son in law, who actually owns her “doesn’t believe” in training collars, not even the light ones cesar uses so until he and my daughter move back out on their own i’ll have to work with a regular collar but i’ll stiil try to keep sakura well mannered and happy as a good dog, one you and your dogs would be happy to meet on your walks.
“gunner”
(p.s. i’m told “sakura” means “cherry blossom” in japanese, not a name for a “bad ass” dog is it.)