|Barked: Mon Jan 14, '13 1:28pm PST |
|I think you can get too extreme. Some things need to play for a dog's sense of balance.
I have said before....I think it is up on Chester page.....when he came here he was a bold little puppy. About the size of a potato. Just itty. And would be very brassy with my dogs, a Giant Schnauzer and GSD, who quite frankly didn't know what to do with something that itty. They are good boys, well raised, and never knew what to do about it. They'd just retreat to the bed, where he was too small to get at times, or put up with it. I was talking with my dog people at the time, I so wished they'd correct him! I was very uncomfortable with this, and just felt in terms of his learning this would go nowhere but bad.
He matured, and life went on much as it does. He matured to a confident little dog. He was very forward, very playful, a bit pushy. He was my number one player with fosters....the Pit Bulls loved him to bits because he was a rock solid player. I had a wonderful dog. The fact that he hadn't been corrected growing up still bugged me, but I could see some of its fruits for how forward and confident he was.
Until the day a bitchy Boxer female corrected him....HARD. They'd been together six weeks or so without incident, but when crowded by my kitchen door and he bulled past her like he always did, she slammed on him but GOOD. A bit over the top.
His world collapsed with that. Everything that to him made sense stopped in that moment. He became excessively paranoid, and the hardest part is that he became extremely intolerant of my Giant, Onion, who was lead dog in my crew, but never anything but benevolent. Not one harsh gesture had ever been shared between them, but seeing Onion, who had nothing to do with this incident, just lit Chester up like a hot bulb.
I was able to work with him and get him to level, but he never would be the same and lost a tremendous quality of life, as the rough play that once was the love of his life was now something he could not cope with.
The behavior of my large dogs when he was a puppy was ultimately a huge disservice to Chester, who grew up knowing no consequence and was living in a fantasy life he assumed to be true. It's not as if I learned anything from this....the dynamic when he was a puppy was bothering me to the point where I was seeking counsel as to anything I could do to get my dogs to correct him. We were trying to get them in games of chase where hopefully my German dogs would be more amped and thereby more likely, but they wouldn't budge. So that is all he knew until the day his world fell apart.
He was way too indulged and managed to skirt that consequence for five or six years, leaving him as a dog with no ability to cope or process it when the axe finally fell.
Just giving an example of the other side of the fence, and reminding that correction is *normal* Getting attacked isn't and certainly a high voltage adult doesn't belong around a puppy. Nature would have cut such dogs out, their response is not normal and they are socially inept. But snapping at a pestering puppy after issuing fair warnings is within a range of normal and an excellent lesson. It gives a sense of how the world is and builds both their ability to moderate their behavior and have coping mechanisms for the future, registering extreme reactions (such as the Boxer) and being able to identify them as such and just brush it off. Chester was unable to do that, as the reaction from one dog made him mistrustful of all dogs, as he lacked the foundation to process the event with a healthful outlook.
So that's my point to you, D'Ar. The puppy is learning and received a completely normal lesson. Puppies will often be as brassy as they can and find that line. They learn through that. An attack is a different matter, but your pup didn't attack. He was doing what would be normal in a dog's social work. Don't bug me while I am eating! Warned first, and without response reasonably upped the level. Good lesson to learn , and one that would absolutely play in a dog's natural life. No, setting up for a mess isn't what you do, but it's not like I didn't try it with Chester when a pup....the meatiest freaking bones I could find!....but my German dogs wouldn't budge. Wish they had. So wish they had.
Tiller was attacked by a Chow when a teenager and thought none the more of it in the aftermath. The dog was a jerk, he knew that, and it didn't translate generally. He was raised with his litter around many unrelated adults to age four months. That made a lot of difference. He knows the bar of normal, and that Chow wasn't it. He brushed it off entirely, with not one seconds worth of after effect.
Edited by author Mon Jan 14, '13 1:33pm PST
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