I got a Rottweiler in 2017 because my son Jake said they were cool and that's what the rappers and big sports were getting. A previous girlfriend Jayma, who knows a lot about dogs, said that was a bad idea because they are a difficult dog and I don't know much about dogs. But I didn't listen, per usual. Anyway we got Bronson home and the first thing he did was bite Jake. Bronson was just difficult from the start but we loved him nonetheless. Anyway, a friend recommended we send him in for some obedient dog training at the Chicago Canine Academy, which we did. And everyone was there was great, including the head guy Jim and the big Russian guy who is a intimidating but cool once you get to know him. Well they got Bronson straightened right out. After two weeks and several thousand dollars I brought Bronson home and he was a different dog who would listen and walk on leash and just be a great dog. I thought they were miracle workers. Jake and I also went back to the Academy on many Saturdays to walk around in a circle with Bronson and other dogs on the leash learning commands and sitting and stopping and all that. My new girlfriend Ava, who is Hungarian, even took Bronson once to the Saturday sessions when I was out of town, but she couldn't remember the words to tell Bronson to stop and sit and all that. She asked the Russian guy to write down all the words to tell Bronson, and the Russian explained to just tell Bronson any word like "AUST", but just use the same word the next time. I don't think Ava really got it, which is on her, but whatever. Anyway, fast forward a couple years and I move to Indiana and I'm living in a camper on my 50 acres (long story) that I kept when I moved to Chicago and Bronson basically has the run of the place. He can run anywhere and everywhere, swim in the pond, and is basically living the good life on the farm. However, admittedly, Bronson loses the discipline of walking on a leash every day because he can run wild and chase coyotes all day and night and keep them from killing my ducks and chickens, who I have also grown attached to. So that's all good, until I bring Bronson back to the Chicago Canine Academy in April of this year for boarding for 10 days because I had to go to the Isle of Man for a deposition, and spent a few days in London with my kids before that. Anyway, great time, but I get back and the Russian tells me that Bronson was not a good time. He said that Bronson was aggressive to other dogs and he was difficult to control. I said so what do I do? He said nothing you can do at this point because he's too old. Like I said the Russian is kind of intimidating so I didn't argue with him. Ok so fast forward a couple months and I have a trip planned today to New Orleans with good friend and client and my daughters (not Jake due to work) and I called to get Bronson boarded at the Academy. So Jim answers and I say hey I want to get Bronson boarded starting on Friday and I'll get him on Tuesday. Jim tells me that no, they won't take Bronson because he was a "prick" the last time he was there. I said what do you mean he was a "prick", and Jim says I can't have that dog in here because he's dangerous for the people who work here. Now I know he's not dangerous for the Russian, who can likely handle anything and then some, but for the other workers Jim says Bronson puts everyone else in danger. I tried to reason with him, but he kept calling Bronson a "prick". I just decided I wouldn't be taking Bronson back there after that, not that Jim would have me back anyway. In summary, Bronson is not a prick, and he doesn't deserve that, and I wouldn't want him with people who think he is a prick and treat him like a prick, even if he is. But if your dog is not a "Prick", they still do good work there and really helped me with Bronson until they banned me and Bronson read more