Post by sugar on Jul 8, 2010 12:07:02 GMT -5
Last night Chubby got his cute little certificate of completion for Basic Manners at Wag the Dog, but the evening didn't go off without a hitch.
He had been good the whole night and then at the end when the instructor was demonstrating "Leave It" with a stuffed toy, I noticed Chubs got pretty aroused when the other dog made the toy squeak. I tried to calm him down and the instructor wanted to try the "Leave It" on Chubs. I told her that he isn't good with toys because he's obessive and I know he's not ready for "leave it" with a soft squeaky toy. I warned her he would rip it to shreds, but she said he looked interested (which he was, but I guess not the good kind of interested) and the minute she offered it to him he snatched it and proceeded to rip and clamp on it and refused to let it go (even at the offer of turkey). Everytime he would look like he was thinking about taking food it squeaked and threw Chubs back into a tizzy. Minutes later the toy in in a million fluffy bits and I am trying to pull Chubs back so the instructor can gather up the leftovers. Now in his aroused state he tried to bite my shoe (it was a slip on, and had a bow on it which is what I think he was trying to go after, not actually my foot). That hurt, no puncture but it did hurt. Now the rest of the class that loved up on Chubs and let their dogs sniff and play are looking at us a little funny. It took Chubs a few minutes to be calm enough to take some pictures (which he was fine) but afterwards when I was talking with the instructor and she had a paper towel roll in her hand (for clean up) Chubs jumped up and bite the paper towel and released right away when I said "Hey!".
I don't know, I loved this class and feel Chubs and I both got a lot out of it, but I knew this type of this was going to happen and I feel like I set Chubs up to fail in front of other people (as well as let him get over his threshold that we had been working on keeping him under). I just guess I felt bad that I didn't stick up for my dog more. I knew what was going to happen, I knew it. And I still let it unfold. I swear I could just kick myself.
He had been good the whole night and then at the end when the instructor was demonstrating "Leave It" with a stuffed toy, I noticed Chubs got pretty aroused when the other dog made the toy squeak. I tried to calm him down and the instructor wanted to try the "Leave It" on Chubs. I told her that he isn't good with toys because he's obessive and I know he's not ready for "leave it" with a soft squeaky toy. I warned her he would rip it to shreds, but she said he looked interested (which he was, but I guess not the good kind of interested) and the minute she offered it to him he snatched it and proceeded to rip and clamp on it and refused to let it go (even at the offer of turkey). Everytime he would look like he was thinking about taking food it squeaked and threw Chubs back into a tizzy. Minutes later the toy in in a million fluffy bits and I am trying to pull Chubs back so the instructor can gather up the leftovers. Now in his aroused state he tried to bite my shoe (it was a slip on, and had a bow on it which is what I think he was trying to go after, not actually my foot). That hurt, no puncture but it did hurt. Now the rest of the class that loved up on Chubs and let their dogs sniff and play are looking at us a little funny. It took Chubs a few minutes to be calm enough to take some pictures (which he was fine) but afterwards when I was talking with the instructor and she had a paper towel roll in her hand (for clean up) Chubs jumped up and bite the paper towel and released right away when I said "Hey!".
I don't know, I loved this class and feel Chubs and I both got a lot out of it, but I knew this type of this was going to happen and I feel like I set Chubs up to fail in front of other people (as well as let him get over his threshold that we had been working on keeping him under). I just guess I felt bad that I didn't stick up for my dog more. I knew what was going to happen, I knew it. And I still let it unfold. I swear I could just kick myself.