Your Difficult Dog Success Stories!

kirstyhen

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I keep reading posts about people struggling with their dogs, and I thought I would create a post where anyone who has had success with a difficult dog can post, and maybe inspire someone else to keep trying!
I know there are lots of people on here who have put in a lot of hard work and created the lovely dogs they have now (or nearly have
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So I will start!
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(Even though you are probably all sick and tired of Otto-bot's story
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Otto was bought, in November, as a 5 month old puppy, having had no training, no socialising, no experiance whatsoever away from the stable he was born in!!

The first few weeks we began to realise what we had bought, our timid, quiet puppy gradually turned into a raving lunatic!!

In the house he would jump on the worktops, he would steal food from anywhere he could get it, he whined and howled when left.
When you took him for walks he would switch off completely, he would run and run, nothing got through to him, if you let him off the lead you couldn't gurantee you would catch him again, if you kept him on the lead he would pull and pull.
My OH and I dreaded walking him! He wouldn't react to being told off and he was impervious to pain.
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Gradually he became better in the house, his daily tellings off started to sink in and he no longer jumped on the worktops or stole food. As he got more and more exercise he became quieter in the house, but he was still awful on walks!

He was no longer let off the lead, as we never knew where he would go or if he would come back, he was on a long line, which just encouraged him to pull so his short lead walks became even more of a fight.
His recall was still non-existant, despite us trying everything - we would make silly noises, lie down, hide, run away, entice him with treats, toys, rattley tubs - we rarely got any reaction out of him and if we did, it wouldn't work the next time.

After about 4 months of this, he started reacting to certain commands, "NO!" and "this way" seemed to have seeped into his brain, and every now and again he would look in our direction. We worked and worked until we decided to try letting go of the lead, he would be able to run around but we would still have something to grab hold of.

Gradually he progressed to being allowed to be completely off the lead, but on the lead he was still horrid, so we started work on that, again, trying everything until something seemed to seep through.

Now, nearly 9 months later, we have a dog that is rarely on the lead, that will come back (Usually
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but is still improving
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) when called, walks at heel on and off the lead, is the most trustworthy dog with food (he won't touch anything unless he is told to), is happy to be left in the house alone and is in all a pleasure to own.

He still has problems - he is very possesive around other dogs if he knows them (strange dogs don't count) his recall is still not 100% and his is a very stressy dog - but the successes we have had with him are made all the better for him being difficult.

Your turn. See if you can create a longer post than me, it'll be hard, I'm good at waffling on about my animals
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I am going to copy and paste (and fillet
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I 'fought' with my lad for a year. The first time he walked to heel off-lead a few months ago, I nearly cried.

There were days when I would just give up, my arms and my back were in agony and my voice was hoarse.
I PMed Cala in tears as I couldn't sit straight because I pulled something in my back trying to hold him.

But I stuck at it - he is not perfect yet but we are getting there. Me, him, a slip lead, a bum-bag full of food and the word 'no', then spent days and weeks of marching to the top of the hill and back down again.
Now we can do the 'long down' (left alone with me out of sight for up to three minutes) which I never thought possible, sit in motion, heelwork, commands via hand signal.
He loves to think, he loves to work and he loves to work for me instead of him not even acknowledging my existence.

There was also the small matter of his dog aggression, which was always bad but I made it worse with my nervousness and body language.
I had to resort to a prong collar
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but two trainers agreed that there was nothing else which could help me physically get the upper hand over him when he wanted to go for another dog.
He hasn't worn it for almost two months
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Oh and his health problems - we have urinary infections, skin infections and ear infections and a big infection of my wallet called 'vet's bills'.

We still have a way to go...but we are getting there
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Sam was passed onto us in about 1994 having been an army 'failure'. What we got was an insecure yet bolshy springer who didnt know if he was coming or going. We traced him back and he'd been through several homes and had been deemed as unsuitable for homing with children and as a man's dog. The lady who had him before us was going to have him sent back to be PTS, but we said we'd have him.

Soon after we got Sam, I became ill, and had to stay at home whilst everyone else was out. I had agoraphobia and clinical depression, and suddenly this dog to care for, as well as my own JRT. JRT was aged and didnt 'do' walks but this SS needed walking... he;d being me his lead and look at me, and i'd take him to the front door, and in time further and further, until we were walking round fields.

Sam was still insecure and at times we questioned what we'd taken in. He would growl alot, and even snap. But after about a year he settled and the insecurities faded. he had his own 'room' with his own toys and his own space and that's all the little man wanted in life... things to call his own.

When i had my children Sam loved nothing more than to roll around the floor with them, I trusted him implicitly.

Sam died four weeks ago, aged 18. he had a long and happy life in the end and was proof that time and patience is often all it takes. Sam was never pressurised to 'be' anything but him, and it worked.
 
Ooo il join on the naughty puppy front!
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Not that Beau was bought with a lack of training, got him at 10weeks (as wasnt able to get him at 8).
I thought right ok, border collie, smart breed, easy to train willing to learn LOTS of fun to be had!

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Turned out, he was not interested in........ food....... toys........ me acting like a raving loony, ANYTHING!

So teaching him, pretty much anything, was just not happening!
However when we went to puppy class we found something he was interested in.......... OTHER DOGS!!!!!!! which meant our lack of attention went to............ bugger all attention (on me at least)
Eventually we found that hotdog sausage pieces would keep him attention long enough to teach sit! down (occasionally) and sort of stay whilst i kind of fidgit about a bit!

We managed to gradually improve on attention and teaching etc and started doing recall with the other dogs around, managed it.

Got to park and gradually introducing recall in the park etc, and it kind of went well until another dog came past, the nid lose the him and have to get the other person with a dog to kindly grab the litte s*d lol

About 9months old he managed to grasp it and it was all on the up!

Then, we went on a lovely walk up on the hills behind my house, and all of sudden beau sets off!! (cue me going AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) all i see is a black jet across a field into the distance, what do I see in the distance..................... SHEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (cue slightly more AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I was exceptionally scared, and lucky, in that he eventually realised how far away he was, and he stopped and returned.

However this was a bit of a wake up call as to how stubborn etc he was. Although I had tried almost every way to teach him recall I resorted to a private dog trainer..... he agreed that I had exhausted most options. I then talked to my friend who trains sheepdogs, and he said to try electric collar (took me 2 months of slightly less lack of control before I agreed)

I tried it (all correctly mind you!) and within a week, he was returning whenever called!

Ok its not as happy etc as ottos story but god I am so happy he is now better behaved (note not 100% well behaved!) but I am just happy taking him on a walk off the lead, and across fields etc.

since then, our friend who owns a sheep farm will let us walk round (off the lead!) and we can do pretty much everything and be undercontrol (most of the time!)

we then were working on walking to heel off the lead, and it is SO much better now, he is better and happier walking off the lead than on the lead! (which is a nice change that he likes and is easily good at something)

so we are still improving and working on everything but we are so much better, and I we now really happy together etc

starting agility soon hopefully! so that will also hopefully help with everything!

We are a difficult dog success story in progress!
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Can't join in as Sweep has always been perfect.........
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You got there first SlinkyUnicorn
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I have had eight dogs (five of them rescues) in the past twenty years but I cannot classify any of them as difficult
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Talisker was probably the most challenging - he had claustrophobia so he would rip a room apart if he was shut in one room, and he needed a general anaesthetic when we first rescued him just to have his claws cut. Someone had obviously treated him appallingly, but he was the most loving, rewarding dog I will ever have the pleasure of owning and he was never difficult just reacting to past events/people
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We weren't even intending to get a dog when we found Leah - we had a doddery old JRT who was on his last legs so my parents were considering the idea, but when we went to the rescue centre it was as a birthday treat for me when I turned nine (I know that seems like a weird birthday treat but I was obsessed with dogs!) and I asked if I could take one of the dogs for a walk. The dog I was talking about was a lurcher, and the staff said 'he isn't great with strangers, but if you're interested in lurchers you have to meet Leah', and out came this little gangly black puppy with wobbly Bambi-legs and massive ears that she never would quite grow in to... and we fell in love.
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She was only 18 weeks old at the time, and she'd been in the rescue centre for a month already (she was hating it, was incredibly stressed and had kennel cough). Her original owners had had several young children/toddlers, and they hadn't set any boundaries as to her personal space. The kids would not leave her alone to sleep or eat, they just wanted to be playing with her all the time like a toy. The lack of sleep and constant stress got to her, and she became a nervous wreck, snarling and snapping at the children. The parents were horrified that their puppy had turned "vicious", and to punish her they locked her in a cupboard. She's still claustrophobic now, she won't even go through the tunnel in agility classes. We also think they may have hit her with a stick, because she's very nervous of people with walking sticks. When the owners eventually took her in to the animal shelter they handed her over, terrified and snarling, by the scruff of her neck and advised that she be PTS. She was still only 14 weeks old!

When we took her home, she was really sweet and you wouldn't believe she had ever been aggressive towards anyone - the rescue centre had done a brilliant job with her. However, she had severe separation anxiety - she didn't even like us to be in a different room to her, let alone out of the house. If she thought we'd left her - including every night when we went to bed - she would cry and howl, scratch the paint off doors and walls, shred up the carpet and have diarrhoea everywhere. For this, we found the miracle cure turned out to be a crate - she loved having her own private space to hide away in (no wonder, given her past) and she was really happy to be shut in there when we had to leave her.

We couldn't take her away with us when we went to see my grandparents or anywhere, because she would get so stressed in strange surroundings and we really didn't want her destroying someone else's house! So we had to put her in boarding kennels, which I've always hated doing to her because I imagine she's thinking she's back in the rescue centre. The first place we tried was quite nice, but then it changed ownership and the new owners were not at all sympathetic. She would get very anxious and diarrhoea a lot in the first day of being in kennels, so they told us not to feed her for 24 hours before she came in because they weren't prepared to clean up her mess! We tried a couple more places before we found the one we use now, where they are very nice and sympathetic and, since she's now been going there for years, she knows the people and doesn't get quite so stressed about it now.

She's such a brilliant dog though, it's been completely worth the stress of her nervous disposition! She's completely eager to please all the time, she will do anything you ask her to (she's deathly afraid of water, but if I ask her to she will jump across a ditch full of it!) and she's very smart and trainable - I spent most of my childhood teaching her tricks! We were told when we got her to be careful of her around small animals because she's a sighthound, but we had her around cats, chickens and guinea pigs and she never once attempted to chase any of them. In fact, I've been walking her off-lead and a hare has darted across the path in front of us and she's just glanced at it and carried on uninterested!

I absolutely adore Leah - she's the only dog I've ever had that's been mine as opposed to a general family pet, and she knows it! I know it's really soppy and corny to say it, but she is actually my best friend. For more than half of my entire life she has been there, and I can't imagine life without her!

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I love my baby girl.

And I think I might have beaten The_Henmeister's post for long-ramblingness!
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I agree with hen, obv you 2 just don't expect as much as the rest of us :P (**growls jealously**)

howevere, hen I think I may be close to beating you on the long post front :P mwahahahaha!
 
I have to say, I used to be very self-righteous and think there was nothing anyone could teach me about how to handle GSDs after owning a series of trainable, easy to do females, handling other people's dogs in the ring etc.

Then HE arrived slap bang in the middle of my life - I think you can never stop learning where dogs are concerned.
I learn something from him every day, silly as that sounds!
 
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Clearly you two just have low expectations
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Nope, just an experienced dog owner who takes it all in my stride
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Dogs are simple little souls at the end of the day, they dont set out to be difficult, they just are what they are
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Nooooo that was the DOGS I was saying were simple not me
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Oh bu**er too late..... no really, I'm not simple, honest.....
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LMAO
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Nooooo just dont go there, All About Dogs is the oasis of calm in the madness which is HHO
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Sorry, I will stop hijacking Henmeisters thread now
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Hello I'm baaaack....
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Henry is a big smelly git. However he is slightly less of a git than he was six months ago.... his distressing attacks of SOD (Sudden Onset Deafness, a dreadful condition which he tells me he has no control over) have become less frequent and are now only set off by rabbits, picnics and SOME other dogs rather than by everything going! He does pull on the lead but this holiday I have made a small breakthrough as I have found his car harness attached to a lead actually seems to work well and he likes it so might invest in a proper walking harness soon.

He has learned to sit, wait, lie down (that one is still quite hard), give us his paws, and balance treats on his paws without eating them. He has yet to master balancing them on his nose - he did manage it once but I was actually holding onto his head at the time which I think is cheating
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He is quite happy to be gripped like a life belt in moments of exteme stress meltdown, which I find quite helpful... that's for the ones he doesn't cause of course! He also puts up with eardrops (under protest), having his eyes checked and having grit removed from them, and any amount of grooming, prodding and poking by various vets, groomers, and me!

He is a great office dog, although he does have to be stopped from jumping all over guests and the head of HR (he seems to like her very very much indeed) and he did nearly strangle the Chief Exec on his first day by trying to eat his tie but hey them's the breaks.

Oh and he has also triumphed this holiday by winning over all the completely non-doggy relatives that we went with - they are all now members of the Henry Fan Club.

Basically - we're working on it! I would love a t-shirt for him to wear with 'Sorry, I'm a rescue dog in training but I am much better than I was' on it to save my voice
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How's that for waffle?
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