Showing posts with label training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label training. Show all posts

Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Importance of Training

I cannot emphasis enough the importance of training your dog.

Without fail, whenever Remus meets new people someone will comment on how he is so well behaved. I tell them that it's because I took him to training and that this behavior doesn't just happen. Many people think "Why do I need to pay for a trainer? I can do this myself." Many people can train their dogs themselves. Many more cannot. If nothing else going to classes that you've paid for will force you to do the training. Because lets face it. Most of us are procrastinators. If I wasn't this blog would get updated far more often. But when you've paid out $100+ in training lessons, you're more likely to actually DO the training instead of saying, "I'll do it this weekend". Three years later your dog still jumps up on guest, never comes when you call him and steals food off the counter.

In addition to the wonders of a well behaved dog there is a strong and unique bond that is created between dog and owner while training. Tonight, I came home much later than usual. I went into my bedroom to put my bag away and Remus followed me. When I sat on the bed to take my shoes off he jumped up and plopped himself on my lap (or as much of him as could fit in my lap). He promptly put his head down and fell asleep while I scratched his legs. (He loves foot rubs.) As much as Remus loves everyone else in the house, he shows a definite preference for my company. Naturally, this does wonders for my ego, but it also shows the effects of the time I've spent training him. He spends more time with my mother than he does with me and she is often the one who feeds him. Yet it is me he runs to first. It's me he listens to when he decides to ignore everyone else in the house. He acts up if I go away for the weekend, most often taking his frustration out on my Star Wars collection.  



Thankfully this tendency to eat my things when I'm gone has diminished, but I still put away shoes and collectibles when I leave for a trip.

I started writing this post with pen and paper while sitting on my bed. Remus slept next to me the entire time snoring happily and loudly. He doesn't do this with anyone else. My neighbors are jealous when they learn that he cuddles in the bed with me, especially during one of Florida's rare cold snaps.


Training is important regardless of the size of your dog. There seems to be a popular opinion that small dogs don't need training with some owners even skipping over house training. Here's the thing. That's not true. Every dog is a dog, no matter how large or small, and needs to be treated as such. The only dogs I have ever bitten me were small dogs, toy poodles and chihuahua's being the biggest culprits. (In all fairness this is likely due in part to the popularity of these breeds in groom shops) The trouble is that that type of aggressive behavior is not typical of the breed any more than it is typical of other breeds like the Staffordshire Terrier. It's a behavior developed from irresponsible handling and training of the dog and is not acceptable in any dog of any size. You may think that your tiny Pomeranian can't possibly do that much damage, but a dog bite from even a small dog can do serious damage to a human hand. Additionally, if your small dog runs up to a larger dog in an aggressive manner that larger (and more powerful) dog is likely to respond in kind and will do serious harm to your dear pet.

My point? Train your dog. Treat it like a dog. A well loved, cared for, and cherished dog, but a dog never the less. Your dog needs you to be in charge. Show your dog you love them by being their leader. 

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Frodo Lives!

Okay, so the title is a bit misleading. This post has noting to do with Frodo. But now that I have your attention....I've realized that I have sorely neglected this blog. I started it nearly a year ago and have very few post and even fewer followers. So I just wanted to post that yes, I am alive and no, I've not given up this blog.
Here's a quick recap of things so far.

Remus turned 1 year old on April 8th and now weights 108 pounds. When I brought him home he was 15.5 pounds. Crazy. Sometimes I still have trouble wrapping my head around the size of my dog and he's not even the largest of his breed. I remember the day my father and I drove two hours on a windy, two lane road through the podunk corridor of Florida to pick him up from the breeder who was located in a town known for sheep and an evacuation route out of the town.

After safely navigating this rather frightening path, we finally made it to the breeders home whose address did not exist according to my GPS. When we walked into her house and as she handed me my puppy my eyes bulged out of my head and I began to think to myself.."what did I get myself into..."

Afterward the breeder took us out to see the parents. She had four adult Pyrenees dogs; a retired breeding pair and then the dame and sire for Remus. As we walked out to the sheep paddock (where the dogs worked as guard dogs for the sheep) I saw four very large white dogs run to the fence. My stomach dropped to my knees and my heart stopped for a second. I was glad that the breeder had her back to us because I know the look on my face would have made her reconsider selling us one of her puppies. I began to have serious doubts for the first time since deciding that a Great Pyrenees was the dog for me. The dogs were positively giant. Despite knowing all the size stats on the breed I was still unprepared for the reality. It's one thing to know how big the dog will get and another to know that you're actually going to put one in your house.

When the dogs put their paws on the fence to greet their owner they stood as tall as I did. I quickly composed my expressions and asked all the usual questions. We then placed our giant puppy into the giant crate we had brought along and made the two hour trip back home, cleverly avoiding tractors, a slew of pickup trucks and a school bus that had been converted into a mobile fruit stand.


For the first few days at home Remus was afraid of the tile and refused to walk on it. As soon as you placed him on the tile he'd just lay down and look pathetic. Eventually he realized that the tile was the coolest place to lay and then promptly determined that the carpet was a good place to pee.

Fast forward one year:
KoKo has become so attached to Remus that she waits by the door for him when he's been gone all day, we've arranged furniture to suit Remus' cooling needs as well as installed window AC's just for him, and most importantly we no longer have carpet that smells like dog pee. Remus and myself have also successfully completed beginner dog training. We were the only pair that didn't miss a single training class for the two month duration. Far as I was concerned I paid the money for these lessons and I'd be damned if I was going to miss any material. It was probably the best $110.00 I've spend on him so far as he's reasonably easy to handle and well behaved. So much so that he's always on the invite list at family gatherings. Even the day care he goes to once a week love having him there. Yes. I send my dog to day care. I'll explain why in another post. I swear I have a very good reason. Promise.

And to close things out here are two pictures of Remus. Enjoy. 


Remus at 8 weeks






Remus 1 year