We've all seen them. Their pups graduate from puppy kindergarten, and when the trainer had the talk about being assertive, the "but gentle and calm" part slipped into the dark recesses of their brains. Sadly, quite a few people who attend puppy kindergarten classes turn out this way. This is not at all a problem with the classes or the trainer--just happens to some people, and they tend to be...well, a bit power hungry. So what sparked this?
About a week ago I had a job interview at a nearby vet clinic. As I walked to the front desk with the supervisor, a slender, attractive brunette strolled in with her young Goldie. He was about a year old, not overly energetic but clearly a happy little gentleman. She gave an unusally loud command to sit, and when the young blonde took interest in the cute papillon a few feet away, what little patience she had went barrelling out the door into a taxi three blocks down. Out of this tiny twig of a woman came a booming, controlling, borderline furious voice, "GENERAL, SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Forcing down my raised eyebrow and trying to look uninterested, the goofy mutt looked up at her, tail spinning like a boat propeller. He plopped his butt down in perfect position, dusting the floor. "Good boy," she said in a quieter tone, assuming a proud, queenly attitude as she explained to one of the receptionists that General was there for vaccinations. I was whisked away to meet some of the vets and tour the rest of the clinic, and returned to find Drill Sargent and the Goldie exiting an exam room.
"General," as he was called(clearly a name fitting of his owner) was just as chipper as before the vaccinations. She stood at the counter fiddling through her handbag with the pup trying to obediently stay near her. The tiny Bassett Hound puppy proved too tempting, and he strained at the end of his leash to check out his new buddy.
"GENERAL, NOOO!" Her voice echoed through the room and the Bassett flinched. General's ears flicked, but ah well--the pup and his laid-back owner smelled tantalizing. She started to blast out another scold but waited when the Bassett's human companion reached out to stroke her retriever's ear. The bookkeeper's son was there, and took interest in General as well, silencing the Drill Sargent for a while. When they took interest elsewhere, she raved, "GENERAL, COME!" The happy-go-lucky dog was still completely unaffected by her aggressive nature and happily lumbered back to her. "GENERAL, SIT!" Hmm, are those Science Diet treats?
"GENERAL, SIT!!!!! RIGHT NOW GENERAL, SIT! SIT DOWN! GENERAL!"
Hey that border collie smells kinda like Tubby at obedience class...
"DOWN, GENERAL!"
He glanced up at her and sat, shook his head as though he had to process the thought, and layed down. "Good boy, General, good boy."
A couple of the receptionists glanced at each other and rolled their eyes, then went back to their work. The Sargent and her cheery companion left as I was lead to another part of the clinic.
Honestly, the whole ordeal was rather amusing(mind you, the supervisor was speaking with a client while I was watching all this...I wasn't ignoring my interview). However, it is frustrating to see people who think this is a great way to train their dog. Lucky for General, he could care less what kind of tone she used with him. But not all dogs are this way. Too many times I've seen owners like the Sargent whose controlling nature made their dogs cower and even go into a nervous, frenzied urination.
For those of you who were wondering...no, I didn't get the job, but I have an interview at another clinic tomorrow, so wish me luck.
About a week ago I had a job interview at a nearby vet clinic. As I walked to the front desk with the supervisor, a slender, attractive brunette strolled in with her young Goldie. He was about a year old, not overly energetic but clearly a happy little gentleman. She gave an unusally loud command to sit, and when the young blonde took interest in the cute papillon a few feet away, what little patience she had went barrelling out the door into a taxi three blocks down. Out of this tiny twig of a woman came a booming, controlling, borderline furious voice, "GENERAL, SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Forcing down my raised eyebrow and trying to look uninterested, the goofy mutt looked up at her, tail spinning like a boat propeller. He plopped his butt down in perfect position, dusting the floor. "Good boy," she said in a quieter tone, assuming a proud, queenly attitude as she explained to one of the receptionists that General was there for vaccinations. I was whisked away to meet some of the vets and tour the rest of the clinic, and returned to find Drill Sargent and the Goldie exiting an exam room.
"General," as he was called(clearly a name fitting of his owner) was just as chipper as before the vaccinations. She stood at the counter fiddling through her handbag with the pup trying to obediently stay near her. The tiny Bassett Hound puppy proved too tempting, and he strained at the end of his leash to check out his new buddy.
"GENERAL, NOOO!" Her voice echoed through the room and the Bassett flinched. General's ears flicked, but ah well--the pup and his laid-back owner smelled tantalizing. She started to blast out another scold but waited when the Bassett's human companion reached out to stroke her retriever's ear. The bookkeeper's son was there, and took interest in General as well, silencing the Drill Sargent for a while. When they took interest elsewhere, she raved, "GENERAL, COME!" The happy-go-lucky dog was still completely unaffected by her aggressive nature and happily lumbered back to her. "GENERAL, SIT!" Hmm, are those Science Diet treats?
"GENERAL, SIT!!!!! RIGHT NOW GENERAL, SIT! SIT DOWN! GENERAL!"
Hey that border collie smells kinda like Tubby at obedience class...
"DOWN, GENERAL!"
He glanced up at her and sat, shook his head as though he had to process the thought, and layed down. "Good boy, General, good boy."
A couple of the receptionists glanced at each other and rolled their eyes, then went back to their work. The Sargent and her cheery companion left as I was lead to another part of the clinic.
Honestly, the whole ordeal was rather amusing(mind you, the supervisor was speaking with a client while I was watching all this...I wasn't ignoring my interview). However, it is frustrating to see people who think this is a great way to train their dog. Lucky for General, he could care less what kind of tone she used with him. But not all dogs are this way. Too many times I've seen owners like the Sargent whose controlling nature made their dogs cower and even go into a nervous, frenzied urination.
For those of you who were wondering...no, I didn't get the job, but I have an interview at another clinic tomorrow, so wish me luck.