I was so excited today. My partner and I have two dogs – both part Australian Shepherds. Cesar Millan had a program on today where he was explaining to an owner how to keep two rambunctious super active and very inclined to do some extreme roughhousing boxers calm and submissive.
Our lesson for the day was how to straighten up, throw our chests out, and become pack leaders. Easy, right? I mean we had one of the best mentors in the world. Cesar Millan just straightens up, throws his chest out, strides toward the delinquents, points his arm, and throws out an occasional pssst! You know what? The dogs become instant obedient, well-trained pooches – I know without a doubt that he really is the “Dog Whisperer.”
All right. It’s time to practice our lesson. We take control of our beloved Aussies and stride out into the back yard. We did great! We really were the pack leaders. They were meek and mild as we went to the “play area.”
As we relax our rather over-endowed rears into our comfortable lounge chairs, we release the pack for play time. They get so rough; however, that we’re really afraid they’re going to hurt each other. We mentally rehearse how I should bring them back into a submissive mode.
Now picture this, if you can. I’m only 4′6″ tall. I straighten up, throw my chest out, purposefully stride towards the dogs, point my arm, and give a firm pssst. Caesar Milan, I swear I saw them rolling on the ground in glee. They take off at a run, knocking each other over, pushing, shoving, and just being very much the bad, bad dogs they can be. You know what else Caesar Milan? My partner and I SWEAR they were laughing at us.
