We were not off to a good start. As a matter of fact, I was so angry that I was ready to ship him back from whence he came!
It had begun a few months earlier. We were made aware of a dog that had been returned to a breeder friend of ours out west. He was a beautiful, large male with certified hips and elbows, 1and 1/2 years old and the clincher was that he was a son of our stud dog Lasso. You could not have found a nicer dog than Lasso and here was a chance to get one of his sons. This dog was named Uran and he had been returned due to behaviour problems. We expressed interest and it was decided to bring him out east and see how things would work out. Behaviour problems had never bothered me and I felt that I had enough knowledge to deal with any problem that wasn’t genetic. With Lasso as part of the genetic make-up of this boy I was willing to give it a try.
He arrived late one night on a flight and my husband who had picked him up at the airport had put him into one of the kennels and I waited to let him settle in before I went out to greet him the next morning. Off I went with some dog cookies to treat him and welcome him to the Grunfeld family. What greeted me was a dog hell bent on biting through the chain link to tear me to pieces. He was all teeth and growls.There was no calming him down and all I could do was beat a hasty retreat and go into the house and tell my husband that …that dog will be on the first flight out of here today.
Then…I calmed down. He had really scared me earlier because I had never seen a dog in that state before and I knew that had he been able to get out of that run I might have been killed. So, I decided to go back in and check this out again as I don’t tend to give up on things without a fair try. Uran was still in the same state as before but I stood well back from the run and watched him. His eye was very hard and I felt that he was afraid and was going to get me before I would get him. Uran was a gorgeous dog and my heart went out to him. How could a dog this young be so dangerous? What or who made him this way?What would become of him if I didn’t keep him? What should I do?
The decision was made to try and rehab him and if I couldn’t make any progress then he would be euthanized. I also wanted to see if this behaviour was genetic or learned . So, the process began. I had to feed and water him every day and I had to do that safely. It was easy to put him in the outside run and drop the door while I did what needed to be done inside. Then he would be allowed back into the run. He would run in with that hard eye and growl at me as I stood outside the run. I would turn away from him and leave saying nothing.This went on week after week. One day when he came inside to eat he didn’t growl. Progress!!This continued for several more weeks. Then one day he didn’t scoot out the door when I came to feed. He stood at the back of the kennel and I had to open the door and place his food inside the run. It worked. He didn’t charge the door and he came over to eat. I was able to fill his water dish through the chain link so that was never a problem. I could see that although he was beginning to let me be around his kennel his body language still said to stay away and his eye was not softened yet. So, I followed his lead but now I was talking to him every time I came into the kennel building. Uran seemed fine with other dogs but not with people. He hated my husband and made that very clear any chance he got. Due to this I became the sole provider for Uran.
The weeks went by and there was an improvement in Uran’s attitude and willingness to let me inside the kennel with him to feed. I certainly didn’t push my luck and I sure didn’t try to force myself on him. I would watch for any attempt he made to be a little more trusting and would try to reward that with a kind word. I was still nervous because I had seen how quickly he could turn and I sure didn’t want to cause that to happen.
Gradually Uran became friendlier and I was able to touch him. Again, this was done in small increments so that he never felt threatened at anytime. He was the one who would come closer to me so that I was able to pat him and then one day he wagged his tail. I felt like a million dollars. He was on the mend from whatever had happened to him. Once the tail was wagging , the eye softened and I felt pretty sure that he was not going to hurt me. So, I did start to clean his run with him in it and he was fine with that . He would trot outside with me and hang around as I scraped and washed the run. No problems with that. Here it is important to stress that this took months of work as I didn’t know anything about clicker training at that time. I feel that my progress would have been faster had I been able to tell him what behaviour I was happy with.
There was a eureka moment when I knew that I had passed my trial period with Uran and that I was his buddy or friend or whatever you wish to call it. He knew that I could be trusted.Uran’s toenails were getting long and I wouldn’t dare try to cut them for several reasons. The main reason was that I’m not stupid. I won’t pick a fight that I feel I can’t win and I knew that I couldn’t ever hurt this dog or he would lose trust in me. So, what to do about those toenails. Well, I remember the day clearly. It was a hot summer afternoon and I had to clean his run. I took my toenail clippers with me on the off chance that I might be able to reach over and snip off a point. Believe it or not I was able to snip off two toenails as I kept cleaning the outside run. Then, I reached over to snip off the third nail when I did the unforgivable….I closed on the nail too close to the quick and I heard a yelp. Quicker than I can ever tell you Uran growled and swung around and grabbed my arm in his mouth.
There was absolutely no pressure. He just told me very politely that I had come too close for comfort with my trimming and he would appreciate more consideration in the future. Well, I was ecstatic. He trusted me. He could have bitten but he didn’t. He just warned me about the hurt I had inflicted. From that day forward I knew that I had won over his heart and his respect.
We were able to go for short walks together. I was always wary of meeting any people or any other dogs. I knew that my promise was to keep him safe and part of that promise meant not putting him in any position where he might misread the circumstances and revert to his other behaviour. I warned everyone that came on the property not to go near his kennel. He could be frightening to clients and friends. He just couldn’t allow himself to trust people again.
I found out as best I could that he may have been abused in the name of training. As dogs can only fight or flee, Uran was a dog that chose to fight. The more you tried to hurt him, the more he would fight. The average person cannot deal with this issue and so most of these dogs get euthanized as they flunk out of training class. Uran was very lucky that he ended up here.
I would show people how sweet he could be. They would remain a distance away and could watch me go in with him and he would lie on his back with his legs in the air and I would rub his belly and tell him that he was such a good boy. I even got to the point where I was able to verbally get after him to settle down or get out of my way. But …only I could do that. He became slightly better with my husband but he still would never go in the kennel with him.It wasn’t worth it and I didn’t want Uran to rehearse that old behaviour when there was no need to do so.
In the end we became the best of friends.We shared six and one half years together. I know that Uran trusted me 100% but I could only trust him about 80%. I never pushed him but I did ask him to listen to me and he complied. In the end he was taken from me by a tumour. When I went in to see him that last morning after he had been on IV fluids for almost two days, he raised his head at my voice and placed it in my lap. We spent some quality time together while I told him how special he was and how much he was loved. When we were ready, because he already had an IV in place the end came quickly and peacefully. The last words he heard from me were…Uri, you are such a good boy. Mom loves you sweetie.
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