In November of 2000, I went to the Montgomery, Alabama Humane Society Shelter to drop off some shredded paper, and was rescued by a nine-week-old puppy. I had wanted to get a dog for several years but really hadn't gone to the shelter planning on taking home a puppy that day. One of the shelter volunteers was outside with Buddy and he was romping happily in the grass. I saw Buddy as I left the shelter and headed toward my car and walked over to take a closer look. Buddy reminded me of a dog that we had when I was a child, and when he came running over to me wagging his tail, I picked him up and he licked my face. That was all it took. I was hooked.
Buddy is the first dog that has ever owned me, and I realized when I got him home that I really didn't know anything about dog behavior and training. If Buddy was going to be a part of the family, I wanted him to be a well-behaved family member, so when he was twelve weeks old, I contacted a trainer recommended by Buddy's veterinarian and asked her to come and do her Puppy Good Start program, which included some basic training and socialization.
Unfortunately, I found it very hard to look at those big brown eyes and be firm. By the time that Buddy was about 4 1/2 months and was going through the adolescent phase, he had decided that he was the leader of the pack, and I was not. When I tried to tell him what to do, in his eyes, I was challenging his role as pack leader and he had no choice but to put me in my place. He did this by snapping and snarling at me. It worked. I didn't have the confidence that I needed to address the behavior. Afraid of getting bitten, I backed off, he got his way, and his behavior was reinforced.
After several weeks of this behavior, I became concerned. I called the trainer and asked for her advice. I spoke to Buddy's vet. She recommended that Buddy be neutered as soon as possible. I took Buddy in to have him neutered, I pleaded with the trainer to let Buddy into her next Puppy Kindergarten class and I drove two hours to the nearest PetSmart to purchase a Gentle Leader, thinking that if I could teach Buddy that I was in control and he couldn't pull me when we went for walks, it would be the first step in taking back control of the household and reclaiming my role as pack leader.
Buddy successfully completed Puppy Kindergarten and the Beginner Obedience class. The classes were small, there was only one class at a time, and the trainer was patient and kind and tolerant of my use of the Gentle Leader and a clicker. Then, I enrolled Buddy in the next class, the Novice I class, which was taught by a different trainer at a different location. Two classes were taught in the same room at the same time. The were four times as many dogs and at least four times as many people. This trainer would not allow me to use the clicker or the Gentle Leader. All the people and dogs and activity were too much for Buddy, and he would bark. Instead of recognizing that barking was Buddy's way of telling us that he was overwhelmed and suggesting that I take him outside for a few minutes and return when he had calmed down, the trainer instead encouraged me to buy a prong collar. Poor Buddy just shut down.
Buddy had so much energy, and I wanted so badly to be able to participate in agility with him, but in order for him to be able to do that, he had to have a reliable recall. They recommended that I take Buddy to a trainer in a nearby town for private training. This trainer lived in a house with an unfenced yard in the middle of the city. He had me remove Buddy's leash and when Buddy did not come when called, he chased Buddy down, took him down to the ground, and before I knew what was happening, bit Buddy on the ear and had him cowering behind me. By the end of the evening, Buddy was healing off leash for me, but the behavior didn't last because it was motivated by fear. We never went back to that trainer.
The next trainer we tried recommended a shock collar. Buddy finally completed the Novice I class. He learned what to do to avoid getting shocked, but again, the behavior never became consistent and reliable because it was motivated by fear and a desire to avoid punishment. When he was not wearing the shock collar, it was C-O-M-E? What's that? Maybe later. See ya!
I began to realize that the "traditional" training methods weren't effective and that the people that I had once regarded as "the experts" really didn't know any more than I did. I finally had
enough self-confidence to realize that I spent more time with Buddy than anyone else, and knew better than anyone else what was best for him. I decided that from that point on, I would use only clicker training and positive reinforcement, no prong collars or shock collars allowed!
It has taken years to undue the damage done by "traditional" training, but Buddy has responded well to clicks and positive reinforcement. He has learned more through clicker training than he ever would have through "traditional" training and the behaviors are more reliable than they ever would have been with "traditional" training.