My Dog Story

I began learning how to train dogs in Santa Fe, New Mexico in February 2017. I had arrived at the park with two dogs: Spirit, my cattle dog mix, and Dulce, my Terrier mix. I had them piled in the back of my little 1980 Datsun where they barked and barked and barked and barked.

I was at my wit's end. I had never thought of going to a trainer. I figured I should just KNOW how to handle dogs. I thought if I love them they will love me back and do what they are supposed to do.

But not.

Spirit had been found on Cerrillos Road and she was somewhat feral: She attacked busses and little dogs, and even her shadow. She also was a cute wiggle-butt darling (see photo on right).

Dulce was calmer and potentially a sweet dog but he was reactive and clever and totally self-willed.

Inagine this: After our first session, David said he couldn't work with me! He said my dogs were too fat, self-rewarding, and neither needed nor wanted anything from me.

But when David saw how genuinely distraught I was, he had a softening of his heart and said, "If you go home and feed your dogs by hand with a 'Watch Me' command before each bite, and you come back in a week, perhaps we can work together."

I did as he instructed and returned the next week with more manageable and agreeable dogs and we began laying the foundation for training.

I learned that training is ALWAYS happening, and it also doesn't start till the foundation is laid. This was one of many paradoxes in the life of a human/dog relationship.

I began apprenticing with David and two and a half years later set up my own shingle as a dog trainer. We had done a lot: About 300 hours of training, hours of Search & Rescue, and more hours of community presentations and mentoring of high school kids. I had trained about 40 dogs with him and have been working one-on-one with Santa Feans who are ready to do what it takes to have a stable, healthy & happy dog!

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My Dog Story