Everyone knows Delilah’s on a long leash. It’s a pain in the bum walking in the woods with a dog on a leash. None of the people who walk their dogs in our woods likes to walk with me because of the way I train my dogs.
None of them use treats, none of them use leashes. There is no boo-hooing on my part, those are the facts. The truth of the matter is, I don’t like the way any of them train their dogs either, so I’m quite content walking with my dogs.
While on our Saturday walk we ran into Brady and his mom, ‘S.’ After a few minutes we ran into the dog trainer, ‘B.’
Trust me the irony of the ‘B’ and ‘S’ initials are not lost on me. But those are really the initials of their first names.
‘B’ usually has at least six dogs with her, she’s told me before her car can’t hold more than six. Some of these dogs are hers and I believe some of them are fosters.
‘B’ and ‘S’ were talking on the walk and ‘B’ said, adoption fees have gone up to $450.00 so she was not going to do it anymore.
I said, it’s better than paying a breeder thousands of dollars.
She countered that most of the dogs she gets are results of people not spaying their animals. (I’ll give her that, I have no idea where she gets her dogs from.)
We reached a turn in the path and ‘S’ and I, along with Sampson, Delilah and Brady made the turn. Up ahead of us, was one of ‘B’s’ dogs.
‘B’ stood at the beginning of the trail and said, he doesn’t see me.
‘S’ said go ahead and call him ‘B.’
‘B’ turned and went the other way.
It was at this point that I had called Delilah to me, and Sampson, Brady and ‘B’s’ dog all came running. While I was doling out treats we were joined by another one of her dogs. They traveled with us for a short distance and then they went off.
‘S’ and I stopped to chat about Brady’s behavior and how she was going to take the advice of the dog trainer at Cabella’s and jack his electric collar up because she was tired of his behavior.
Naturally I lodged my protest, but it fell on deaf ears.
‘B’ then arrived with four of her dogs, the other two still MIA.
None of ‘B’s dogs wear collars and unless they’re chipped, they have no identification on them what-so-ever, in fact I’m not even sure they are registered with the town. So if someone found these dogs, they would more than likely call animal control.
‘S’ said the trainer at Cabella’s (who by the way does this for free) said her dog cannot sleep on her bed with her, he must sleep on the floor, maybe even in his crate because otherwise she is not the pack leader.
‘B’ started on about a dog being passive-aggressive. Her example was a dog jumps up on the couch and comes over and puts his paw on your shoulder. In his mind he’s elevating himself above you, but he’s not being aggressive.
Personally I don’t believe dogs are capable of that particular thought process.
But I played Sergeant Shultz, I said nothing.
The talk then turned to her two missing dogs and she said, they chose to travel with the wrong pack, we went off to a party and they spent the time stressed and anxious. They’ll think twice next time.
I know when you are training a dog off-leash you play a lot of hide-n-seek. Where you pop around a tree and wait a few seconds for your dog to ‘find’ you. This was not hide-n-seek. She left those dogs for a full five to seven minutes.
I said, it doesn’t matter to Delilah, she’s gotten stuck before but that won’t stop her from running off.
‘B’ said, well she trained you a long time ago.
Talk about a passive-aggressive statement. It ticked me off so bad I wanted to rip off her arm and beat her over the head with it.
There’s no passive in that aggression.
(Yes her dogs did show up. Apparently they went to wait for her by the car and returned to her when they heard her voice.)