Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Who's the Alpha?
My dog Jack and I are engaged in a battle. Who's the Alpha? I like to think I am but then again so does he. When we go for our morning walks who gets out the door first? Who dictates where we will go? When we will stop? I suspect if there are any PETA members living in my neighborhood they are keeping a close eye on me because to a casual observer I may very well look like I am abusing the poor thing dragging him about.
I used to think that the poor little fella just couldn't keep up because he would come to a screeching halt throw his little head back and refuse to budge. Good thing that he is a small terrier and not a Great Dane. After experiencing several of these little tantrums I realized it wasn't that he was too tired or too hot. He just didn't want to walk where I was walking.
According to Ceasar Milan aka "The Dog Whisperer" I need to be the Alpha and lead Jack. He goes where I go, when I go, and for as long as I go. So, our walks are a work in progress. Some days are better than others I think I am winning the war if not every battle.
Ultimately it is for his good, I don't think he could handle the power of being the Alpha it would most certainly go to his little wiry haired head. I can only imagine; poor Hobbs (our cat) would probably never eat again as he would surely eat all of her food as he tries to do this daily. (Given her girth this would probably be a good thing in the short term but alas that's another pet blog.)
I'm sure he would disable the electronic fence. Pandemonium! He'd run the neighborhood oh I can see him now, running with the huskies down the street. Harassing the fenced dogs, chasing cats, cars, and kids!
Oh no siree! I really need to be the Alpha.....for Jacks sake.