Cesar Millan makes it look so easy. Dogs on treadmills? Sure. Rollerblading your 110-pounder around the park? Why not? Just a simple tsssss here and a tug of the leash there, and you've got a dog suited to live with Queen Elizabeth.
The Dog Whisperer had just finished taming a wild pit bull who had a thing for lunging at innocent bystanders, right about the time Nanook started barking at the neighbor, who just wanted to get something out of his car, which just so happened to be parked in front of my window. I stared in awe at my television screen as Cesar worked his magic. Anytime the pit would so much as suggest he was going to move, Milan would tap the dog on the neck, and it would go back to calmly panting. At the end of the episode, Cesar handed the leash of the pit back to its owner, and proclaimed, 'You can do this.' A voice inside me agreed.
I looked at Nanook, guarding the window, then back at the screen "Yes," I exclaimed, "I can do this."
'Be the dominant pack leader," Cesar prodded.
"I WILL!"
Nanook huffed. But I was determined. No longer would I wake up at 2 a.m. because 'Nook was barking at the ice maker. Never again would my neighbors be afraid to walk by my front window. Yes, my 85 pound dog would be calm and submissive, and I, at 5' 1", would be the dominate member of our pack.
I started transitioning 'Nook to his submissive role slowly. He learned to patiently wait for me to set his food down instead of devouring it mid-air while it was still in my hand. I trained him to walk calmly beside me on walks, ears tucked back and tail lowered. He was becoming a regular Martha Stewart of dogs. But there was still one problem: the bicyclists.
Nanook has always hated cyclists. Every time one would ride by while we were walking, he'd lunge. It wasn't so much that he hated the people, just the machine they chose to commute on. I'm not sure if it was the wheels that terrified him, or the fact that bicycles are significantly bigger than he is, but to Nanook, bicycles might as well be the Boogie Man. When he's whimpering in his sleep, I'm pretty sure it's because he's being chased by a bike in his dreams. Which is why, at every opportunity, Nanook will try to fight bikes - with or without people on them.
I didn't know what to do. On walks, I'd tssss him before the bike was even beside us. I'd pull his leash tightly and swiftly as his body started stiffening. But inevitably, he'd still always lunge for the wheels of the bike, growling and barking and sending the poor innocent rider into a panic. I was at a loss. I kept on watching Cesar's show for an answer, and one day I found it.
Cesar was training an adorable bulldog to not bite skateboarders as they coasted by his house. As he conquered the dog's fear by simply skateboarding beside him until he got used to it, a lightbulb went off in my head.
OF COURSE, I thought, all I have to do is get 'Nook comfortable with bikes, by riding next to him. Why haven't I thought of this sooner?
I went right to work. Repeating Cesar's words in my head (we don't see the bike - the bike does not exist), I took 'Nook out on a leash and walked him passed his arch-nemesis. My bike didn't know what was coming. As it stood there, propped on its kick-stand, 'Nook barked, growled, and then barked some more. Finally, after about 15 minutes of berating, 'Nook seemed to be over it, and I was ready to take the training to the next level.
With 'Nook's leash in one hand and my bike handle in the other, we went for a stroll in the grass. For about five minutes, Nanook seemed okay walking next to the bike. He eyed it constantly, but was calm. The voice inside my head was rejoicing. But pride always comes before the fall.
I got a big head, and decided it would be a great idea to try riding my bike next to Nanook. After all, he'd been doing so well. I figured it was time to up the ante. I hooked 'Nook's leash onto the belt-loop of my favorite jeans, hopped on my bike and took off.
For about two seconds, I thought it was going to work. I thought I was going to be that awesome dog owner that can ride her bike with her dog running beside her calmly. I imagined myself riding around the park with 'Nook right beside my bike, our hair blowing in the wind. People would see us coming and say, "Wow! Look at that well-behaved dog. I wish I could get my dog to do that!"
Right about the time I pictured Cesar sending me a your-an-awesome-owner letter, I realized Nanook was panicking. And before I knew it, he sprinted for the backdoor of my apartment. This wouldn't really be an issue, had I been smart enough to hold onto the leash instead of attaching it to my body. So there I was, being dragged at full speed (literally by the seat of my pants) by a terrorized dog who was intent on doing nothing but shoving his body underneath my bed. The fire pit on the back porch, the recycling bin - they would not stand in between him and his safe place. He barreled through them. And just as I was about to hit the iron table, my pants ripped.
When I went inside, I found a pile of poop on the kitchen floor and Nanook under my bed. When I tried to coerce him out, he growled at me. He stayed there, still attached to his leash, for the rest of the night. It wasn't until he had to go outside that he gave in, came out from under the bed and cautiously laid beside my feet.
I don't watch The Dog Whisperer anymore. It isn't because I don't believe his tactics work. They do. Nanook is a fantastic walker now. Cyclists can even ride beside us; as long as I don't look at them, 'Nook doesn't either. It's just that I've given up trying to make Nanook something he's not. Sometimes dogs just need to be dogs. Sure, he may still bark at people who walk by our apartment in Savannah, but it's kind of nice. It's like having a home security system (which comes in handy when you live one block east of druggie paradise). Yes, he isn't a runner and he still refuses to get close to a bike. But he's a great cuddler, and he could beat any dog in an icecream eating contest. In a way, 'Nook is very much like me. Some rules he lives by. Others, he tosses to the curve because they don't fit his personality. How could you not love a dog like that?