A while back I had a post about good dog trainers. My advice was a good trainer won’t make you do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. I’m going to expand on that a bit to include this, check out the training center and observe the instructor working; WITHOUT your dog.
As many of you know I’ve been looking for a training center focused on positive training, I am interested in learning how to work positively with my dog with the goal to go on and share this knowledge with others.
A friend of mine had mentioned a center she was using; I was supposed to visit this center two weeks ago, but fate intervened and I wasn’t able to go until last night.
I had no intentions of bringing either of the dogs with me, because I wanted to be able to observe and (hopefully) learn and I didn’t want to be distracted by the dogs.
I got to the center about 10 minutes before the beginner obedience class ended, so I sat and watched; the young puppies were so good, they did three-minute downs and stays!
When class was over my friend came over and introduced me to the trainer, a young woman who seemed really nice. The second class came in, there were seven dogs in the class, one Lab, a Lab mix, a Doberman, an Akita, what looked like a Blonde Scottish Terrier and two German Shepherd.
I have to admit, I’m a bit intimidated by the bigger dogs, but watching the Akita working with her human had me mesmerized. The mom had some type of treat she was using and the dog was so focused on her human, she wasn’t paying attention to anything else.
About half-way into the class, the trainer decided to do recalls. One of the Shepherds (Nikka) wasn’t quite getting that her mom wanted her to stay while she walked to the other side of the room. The trainer came over and stood on Nikka’s leash and instructed the mom to walk away. The mom walked away and Nikka jumped up to run after her and came up short.
“Come back and put her down again,” said the instructor. The mom did and started to walk away again. Again Nikka stood up to go after her mom and the instructor yanked the leash so hard, Nikka’s front two feet came off the ground and she yelped.
I sat there in shock, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know what to do.
After that Nikka stayed on that side of the room until her mother called for her, then they started again at the other side of the room.
Honest to God, the exact same thing happened again and again the trainer yanked poor Nikka off her feet. Now she instructed mom to do it; granted mom didn’t do it nearly as harshly as that instructor did, but at that point I couldn’t watch anymore. I walked over to my friend and said, “I have to go.”
She wanted me to stay, and I said, “I can’t stay here and watch them yank that Shepherd again.”
I barely made it to the car before the tears were falling and I cried the whole twenty-two minute ride home. I kept thinking about that poor dog getting yanked around and how grateful I was that I didn’t bring Delilah with me. Quite frankly if the instructor had yanked my dog the way she yanked Nikka, I’d probably be writing this blog from a jail cell.
I feel ashamed that I did nothing to help Nikka, and I wonder is there anything I could have done?
What are your thoughts?
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