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My mother left home when I was 2, taking my brother and sister with her. My father was always 'busy' and I was looked after by a succession of minders. My life was empty and I made my own entertainment. Permission was given for me to keep a stray dog, a wire haired terrier called Sparks, because he was a live wire. My loneliness disappeared and Sparks was joined by another unwanted puppy, and another, and another. I have shared my life with dogs since then, apart from a few years after leaving home. I began seriously training them when I was about 8 after my mother died and I knew that she would never come home. I haunted the town library, this was my source of information on training, grooming, diet, exercise, health and rehabilitation. I became involved with The Cavalier Welfare Organization over 20 years ago and have given a home to several who needed various degrees of physical as well as mental rehabilitation. A few other breeds have infiltrated over the years, several cocker spaniels, a Springer spaniel and a Border Collie Jazz, who came during the spring of 2000. he wanted to eat my cats, resulting in them spending most of their time away from home. This was a problem outside of my capabilities and I enlisted the help of a behaviorist. Her advice was to place a head halter on Jazz and yank his head hard when he looked at the cats, he was to be tied to a hook on the wall and water was to be thrown on him when he was 'naughty'. She informed me about Pack Rules structure and Jazz was to be put on a rank reduction program, no games/ toys unless I said so, no going through doors before me , no walking in front of me, no eye contact, he was to be ignored unless I wished to interact with him etc, etc. Everything that was foreign to my beliefs was to be put into place. I paid her handsome fee and I never heard from her again. My refusal to damage Jazz resulted in my quest for a solution to
our problem and I started studying canine I am currently working on a further Diploma in Advanced Canine Behavior Management. My heart is with the rescue dog and at the moment I share my life with 7. 5 Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, one Cocker spaniel and Border Collie, Jazz . At the time of writing, Bruno, a boxer, is staying for a while, he is about 3 years old and has been in rescue kennels for the last six months, he was deemed to be untrainable and un-homable and was facing euthanasia. He will be going to his forever home next week. I only use kind, positive methods of training and prosper only by virtue of a model based on mutual respect and understanding. |
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