All our previous dogs were gentle/friendly. In 2018 we adopted a “boxer mix” rescue, except he turned out to be a pit bull. He snarled at us (particularly me), exhibited other aggressive behavior we’d never experienced, I was afraid to be in our own house. Our first trainer quit …Read full reviewClose full review
All our previous dogs were gentle/friendly. In 2018 we adopted a “boxer mix” rescue, except he turned out to be a pit bull. He snarled at us (particularly me), exhibited other aggressive behavior we’d never experienced, I was afraid to be in our own house. Our first trainer quit and said we should give him back, but dogs aren’t sweaters you just return. We called another trainer, explained the situation, she also refused to work with us but referred us to Bob, explaining he was one of the few trainers in the area that will work with aggressive dogs (Bob had to drive an hour to our house for our appointments). Some review said Bob is “rude” - he’s a crusty, no-nonsense old guy, he’ll tell you directly if you’re doing something wrong, so if you need your dog trainer to make you feel warm and fuzzy, go somewhere else. But by golly he absolutely trained us how to be with our dog - key emphasis on training US, because we had to adapt in ways we never had to before with other dogs. We had to work multiple times a day for months; during the first week, we had to give our dog the “silent treatment” (rather than coo-cooing) to “reset” the dog’s expectations (to make him appreciate his need for attention and realize he needed to earn it - oh that was hard for me, as someone who wants to cuddle the dog whenever he’s nearby!) And for a long time afterwards, we would only give him praise for things he did correctly. We never gave him food treats except as behavior rewards or - very infrequently - in his food bowl. I mixed his dog food with my hands, Bob said this would help him associate his food with my scent, and long after it was probably no longer necessary, I kept doing it just because. Within a few weeks/months, the snarling was gone, and until he died a few months ago, he lived his best life with us, patrolling the outside grounds of the house multiple times a day with one of us accompanying him, vigilantly watching out the windows during the rest of the day for squirrels/Amazon deliveries, and cuddling on the couch with us at night. He never had the temperament of our other dogs - we would never dream of letting him run free in a dog park. He didn’t follow us from room to room. But he was remarkably well trained in ways we never experienced with other dogs - he never displayed interest in a plate of human food left on a coffee table, he never tried to run outside the Invisible Fence boundary, he would never sit and stare demanding to be given something (well, until we knew he was down to the last few months of his life and I started giving him treats regularly outside the bowl, and then he became a total stare monster). He and my husband were best friends, my husband says he was the best dog we ever had because of their bond and the time/effort we invested to save him. Bob made all that happen, he helped us to become the people our dog needed us to be, and we’ll forever be grateful to Bob!
