There comes a time in the life of every owner of a goofy, large dog when the issue of discipline rears its unruly head.
Hobbes, Dear Fiance's half Boxer, half Redbone Hound (an adopted animal), is the most lovable, affectionate, and eager to please pet I've ever met. He amiably lounges with the kids and their friends, wags his tail almost incessantly, and is a joy to have around.
Except when large dogs are present in a public setting. Then Hobbes transforms into a slobbering, snarling, beast and generally scares the living daylights out of people, myself included.
What to do?! In his brilliance and technological savvy, Dear Fiance suggested electronics. Training was getting us nowhere for a variety of reasons, so with grudging acceptance, I acquiesced to what I now call Hobbes' "Good Boy" collar.
It's fantastic!!!! With a merciful few corrections, Hobbes has learned not to pull and I'm much more confident that our walks will no longer result in Jerry Springer style canine interactions. Better living through electronics!!
Hobbes, Dear Fiance's half Boxer, half Redbone Hound (an adopted animal), is the most lovable, affectionate, and eager to please pet I've ever met. He amiably lounges with the kids and their friends, wags his tail almost incessantly, and is a joy to have around.
Except when large dogs are present in a public setting. Then Hobbes transforms into a slobbering, snarling, beast and generally scares the living daylights out of people, myself included.
What to do?! In his brilliance and technological savvy, Dear Fiance suggested electronics. Training was getting us nowhere for a variety of reasons, so with grudging acceptance, I acquiesced to what I now call Hobbes' "Good Boy" collar.
