I'm not sure how late it is, but it's dark outside — dark and cold.
Angus and I are standing on the sidewalk in front of my house. He is sniffing the snow-packed ground, and I am doing my best to exude calm, authority and serenity. None of this comes naturally to me, and although I'm doing this for him, I'm not sure that Angus even notices.
I can hear the neighbor practicing her violin. I hear the snow (the endless snow) sifting down through the tree branches. I hear Angus' snuffles. I can barely feel my toes.
"Come on, buddy," I say, and we start up the sidewalk, but the second he starts to wander too far, we stop. I jiggle the leash to return his attention to me.
Angus has a bad habit of being on high alert when we walk — pulling on the leash, and scanning the horizon for dogs, people and critters. And he barks like a mad dog when we have visitors. Those are really his only two flaws. ("Really? The only two?" my husband says.) But those problems have been pretty consistent ever since he was a puppy.
For the past few weeks, I have been working with a new trainer, possibly the most mellow person I have ever met. Her method is not the traditional command-correction-reward training that worked so well with Rosie but not as well with Angus. Her method is what you might call pack-based.
Dogs, she says, need to know where they fit in the family and what is expected of them. Owners need to set boundaries and help them do the right thing. They do this, in part, by understanding dog behavior and how dogs communicate.
It sounds a little touchy-feely and I am probably not describing it very well — we've only had a few lessons — but it is already making a difference. No, I'm not ready for you to come to the house and meet Angus (he will still bark). But the walks are becoming less fraught. I am able to distract him (usually) before he gets wound up. I am getting less frustrated with him. I no longer stomp my foot with vexation when he won't obey. I am no longer thinking in terms of "obey."