The dog trainer came this morning and much to the surprise of my husband, she succeeded in turning Cujo into Lassie in about 90 minutes. By the time she was done with him the dog could juggle and dance a jig while saving Timmy at the same time.
Trouble is, now it’s up to me to keep Lassie convinced I’m the one in charge. She’s been gone about 30 minutes and he’s still in a total state of WTF just happened here. It makes me laugh out loud to have him look to see if it’s okay with me for him to lie down.
She armed me with the new growl noise (which hubby finds hysterical and slightly sexy) and the new threat. Apparently, I was not being threatening enough. I have three beanbag looking devices that have chain inside them similar to choke chain. When he doesn’t listen, I drop one of them in front of him and it scares him silly. Big 100-pound dog turns into a big baby over a beanbag! Can you believe it?? Me neither.
I am giddy with delight! Seriously, giddy! HA HA Dog. A few hundred dollars bought me a couple of SCARY beanbags and a whole new dog. Who woulda thunk it? Now if I can just train the kids the same way, my life is back under control.
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