House Training a Dog

You have found this page, and so must be interested in house training a dog. If you don't read any further, and really want to know now how I managed to show a German Shepherd (dog) who is boss - then here is a link to the dog training system that worked for me. Honestly it did. I'm not just saying it.

It's called - Secrets To Dog Training.

Before clicking the link, maybe read on and see how it helped me to house train cute little Moo Moo the German Shepherd puppy.

I bought a puppy. I didn't think about it, I just did it. It was wrong I know.

It appears that impulse buying a dog is a big mistake. I think I knew that at the time, but I admit it, I am weak. Let me expand upon this.

I was out with my 3 year old girl. We were in London visiting friends. Whilst we were at my friend's house, an acquaintance of theirs turned up. She had with her a big German Shepherd dog. "Wow it's gorgeous" I said as this big gentle dog came and lay down next to me. To cut a long story short, the big gorgeous dog had recently had puppies, and before long driven by the nostalgia of having had a German Shepherd (Lucy) as a child, I was in a car on the way to somewhere in North London. I must stress, at this stage I had no intention to buy. I was just going to take a look and also I thought my daughter would love to see some puppies. Two hours later I was on my way out with, you guessed it, a cute little German Shepherd puppy.

Well come on give me a break, what could I do? My daughter fell in love with it, I fell in love with it, I live in a house with a nice garden (well it was nice before we got a puppy), I live near a park, I am at home most of the day, dogs are good burglar deterrents. I had all the reasons figured out. Of course I had forgotten about my wife and the fact that she would most likely feed me to the dog, but still that is the power of nostalgia and a three year old.

Moving quickly on from the nasty argument, and the week spent sleeping on the sofa with an incontinent puppy for company, the next bit of this sorry story sees me attempting vainly to encourage a puppy to use my daughter's old potty.

I was so proud of the fact that I had my daughter fully toilet trained by the age of two. She rarely had accidents. We had managed to say goodbye to the potty. Through the use of a step and a fancy seat, she could clamber onto the toilet from a very early age. I had trained my daughter from an early age, in order for this to happen, and so I thought, I would use the same strategy for the dog. Obviously, I wasn't planning on the dog using the toilet, although I did contemplate this for a short while, but I did think that surely it would be easy to teach it to do its business in a potty. I know it can be done, I have read about it on the internet. The dog (now called Moo Moo - my daughter named it after she heard me chasing the slack-bladdered puppy, muttering 'cow' under my breath) unfortunately had not read the same stuff. After a week of trying everything including tying her to the potty (please don't report me, it was a very loose knot and Moo Moo broke free every time, or got her own back by running around smashing things with a potty tied to her bum), and placing her whilst asleep on the potty so she could wake up and 'leave me a tip', I was ready to admit defeat. Then it happened.

It was mid afternoon and I was in the kitchen making myself a well deserved cup of tea. Biscuit tin raided and tea poured, I made my way back in to the room. I sat on the sofa next to my daughter who was watching Boogie Beebies, and tried to relax with my cuppa. My daughter though was excitedly pulling my arm and pointing at the potty. And lo and behold, curled up inside the potty was a beautiful brown caterpillar. Never before has a man been so excited at seeing something both so utterly repulsive and bizarre in his living room. I hugged my daughter, I chased Moo Moo around the living room, trying to give her a hug, but she was too quick. She deserves to be quick, I thought, she deserves to be happy, she's excited, she knows that she has done. The world will know what she has done! I got on the blower straight away, and rang my friends, my mum, my sister, and of course, my wife. It was only whilst I was talking to my wife that I noticed the blindingly obvious. My voice became quieter and my words trailed off. Yes, you guessed it; there was a piece of toilet paper in the potty as well. Now either this dog was some sort of genius, or my daughter had decided to use the potty instead of the toilet. I hung up the phone. Going for the former, I decided to confront the dog. If it was a genius, then surely it would be able to indicate to me that it had used toilet paper. My three year old told me to 'stop talking to Moo Moo, it's a dog, it can't speak back', and 'Daddy, look..I did a poo in the potty.'

I now was faced with the dilemma of having to call the world back and tell them that my dog was not the dog I thought it was, or just keeping quiet. I kept quiet. I didn't even tell my wife the truth. I now had burdened myself with keeping up a stupid charade. Every time Moo Moo did a poo poo, I would pick it off the laminate floor, clean the floor, and put the steaming reminder of my stupidity in the potty so that my wife wouldn't suspect. I would then let my wife discover the package. After a week of this idiotic behaviour, I told my wife that I thought it would be best if Moo Moo went outside to conduct its business, as the smell in the house every time it 'used the potty' was getting unbearable. 'Maybe' I said ' We should in fact do away with the potty all together and let it do what comes natural.'
'Good idea,' My wife said, 'It would at least mean that you could stop picking up Moo Moo's poo off the floor and putting it in the potty, and get on with house training her properly.'
Of course, my daughter had told her the truth on day one. Maybe somewhere in my subconscious I knew this and was carrying on with this ridiculous act as some sort of penance for my impulsive puppy purchase. At least that's what I liked to tell myself. Truth was I had no idea as usual.

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Weeks, months went by. I bonded with Moo Moo. I got over the fact that her stupid name made me the laughing stock of the local park. She was fully house trained. But that was just the beginning. I knew I had a long way to go. I needed to train her. To make her obedient, I needed her to understand that I (at least in her case) was the boss. I then realised that when our daughter was born, we bought books, some good, some bad, but we bought them and I read them and I learnt some stuff. Why should it be different for poor little Moo Moo? Why should she only get subjected to advice learnt from the internet and the Dog Whisperer? I did my research and I bought this:

Secrets To Dog Training

It's a great product. What more can I say? It really helped me to get Moo Moo under control. It has made my life much easier in more ways than one. I am sure there are loads of other books out there, I must admit to buying a few others off Amazon, but what I liked about this one was that I could download it straight away, and it had video and audio included. Another major plus for me was that it had a 60 day money back guarantee - and believe me, being a bit of a cheapskate, I full intended to use this option. I thought to myself, I will use it, then send it back whether it has worked or not, but the thing is, it worked so well, that I felt too guilty to ask for my money back. Bad Karma, and when dealing with dogs and wives bad Karma is the last thing that you want.

Now as I said at the start, putting in the link to the Secrets To Dog Training page, is not just about me trying to encourage you to buy the book. Unlike a lot of people endorsing stuff out there, never recommend something unless I have tried it and think that it is good. So if you are in the market for a dog training system, then take a look. You will be directed to one of those salesy landing pages, but if you can see past that, and are willing to take an inexpensive punt at this dog training system, then I don't think that you will regret it (and if you do, then just get your money back - what have you got to lose?)

On the other hand maybe it is just me that needs something like this and all of you have your dogs nicely perched on the edge of their potties, toilet paper in one hand and guide to training humans in the other.

Stick to buying teddy bears - much easier - or cats, oh and if you do, then visit cat insurance uk to get your cat insured.