I was oscillating between regret and resentment. I got Hazelnut from a shelter. A gentle girl with beautiful markings and a silly side... up until we went on a walk. If she even thought she saw a dog across the street she transformed into a monster, an uncontrollable, bark-yelling monster. When we saw one out on a walk she would bark, jump up and down, and twist herself around me. There was no way to get her attention in this moment, nothing I could do but apologize and drag this writhing beast further down the block until the other dog was out of sight. She weighs 55 pounds by the way.
Then there was the off leash problem... I learned quickly that this dog was going to get herself killed if she was let off leash. She would sprint in the opposite direction and it was just a matter of time until she would sprint right into traffic.
I am an active person, I love hiking, backpacking and going to the beach and I wanted a trail-dog adventure buddy. But I would leave her at home when I knew my hiking partner was bringing her dog, or when we would go to the beach because Hazelnut would have to be on leash, and this meant that she would be pulling to get to the water, to get to that seagull, or going into monster mode if she saw another dog. I had tried other trainers, one that suggested a prong collar which was only a momentary superficial fix, and one that was against all forms of prong and e-collars and suggested that I give her treats to get her to come to me and to redirect her when she was reactive. I'll tell you, no amount of hot dogs, turkey meat, or even a fresh rotisserie chicken would get that dog back to me if she was let off leash... trust me I tried.
I began to think about what I would say to the shelter when I brought her back, imagining myself sheepishly avoiding eye-contact, and saying something to the effect of, "no, she's great, but I just not in a good place right now", or maybe invoking my 100 year old grandmother, "Yeah I thought I could handle a dog but my grandma, well, she's 100 years old, and she seems to be taking a turn, and well, I just can't have the added stress of a dog right now" the shelter attendant would take the leash, rolling their eyes thinking about how stupid a person must be not to foresee complications for a 100 year old lady... it's not as if this sort of thing happens overnight. The worst part of this is that my grandma is 100 years old, and happens to be doing just fine, but I was ready to give her some terminal prognosis just so I could return this dog without getting too much flack from the shelter attendees.
And then I got my first call from Joe.
I had sent a message on his website listing a couple traits I needed help with, and he called me 30 minutes later. He has a voice that you might think belongs in a movie trailer, and for the first week he was the faceless omniscient narrator of our lives, checking in and offering suggestions and foretelling the future, "once you start ignoring her, watch as she resists you, acts like you are not there, and goes shopping for attention elsewhere." His accuracy was uncanny.
And then came the evaluation. I kid you not, he had this dog off leash and coming to him IN THE FIRST HOUR. And she was running around with his two dogs, and walking on leash with one of them within a foot of her. NOT A PEEP, not even a hint of the monster she was before. And as Joe had told me over the phone, "she is going to prove to you that it was all a rouse, that she doesn't need Joe!" He was right.
So now I sit here at my desk, contemplating if my day will consist of a long hike with my off leash hiking buddy, or a walk on the beach where I can watch her run in and out of the waves and be around other dogs without the fear of a severe rotator cuff injury. Not to mention how we will calmly walk from the house to the car, her by my side, with not a leash in sight.
And did I mention, this transformation took one week of preparation before meeting Joe in person, and then ONLY FOUR DAYS OF IN PERSON WORK. Every dog and every owner is different, and Joe can tell what you need and what the dog needs in that first phone conversation. As I told my mom after the evaluation, "I have been converted, don't even try to have a debate with me about different training methods or trainers, I have the only trainer I will ever need for the rest of my life. Period."
And for the slim percentage of you reading this that are still contemplating getting a dog, CALL JOE FIRST, he will expertly match you with your furever friend. And for everyone else who is at wits end, or trying to be proactive, CALL JOE before it gets worse... because, trust me, it will. read more