When we went away for the weekend, Flea went to my friend Kristina's (because Flea loves her - she loves Flea. It's all a big lovefest over there). And Arthur (oh, god you people - 'Arthur' because it is the long form of 'Arty' which sounds like 'R.T' which stands for 'Reginald T. Farnsworth' - do I have to explain everything?) went to Montreal Dogs. He's been there many times and I like it when he gets an extra dose of dog socialization, since he's such a shit and all.
Farnsy has a thing called "leash aggression". LOTS of dogs have it. Off leash, they are fine. But when tethered, they get all riled up. When we're on a walk and he sees another dog he loses his MIND. He wants to rip their faces off. Which is pretty impossible considering most faces are a minimum of one foot above him. Anyway, when we dropped him off @ boarding we were hanging out on the lobby chatting with Mina (the owner) and Reggie was sniffing around the place. Being nice to other dogs, etc.
Then a muzzled, LEASHED sheepdog walked in. And - CHAOS. Chachi ran for her barking his fool head off. She lunged back at him. I ran over, grabbed his leash and said 'No!'. Which didn't even register on his level of insanity. He kept freaking out. At which point Mina said - "Nat, don't say anything - just walk away."
And I did. I dropped the leash and left Reggie to his devices. Fine - you wanna get tenderized, be my guest.
And what did the little bastard do? He ran after me! Once he realized he didn't have an audience, he got scared and ran right behind my legs like a pee baby. What a freakin' turd. (which he DID leave on the rug shortly after).
Of course, this would be unsafe to do with strange dogs on the street. But if I could practice this in a controlled environment with gentle dogs - I bet we could learn Farnsy out of this behaviour.
In the meantime - it's not like I'm trying to reign in a pitbull out there. But that was a lightbulb moment for sure.
And then I pooed on the rug, too. So what?! I was nervous.