Nola has been officially pink slipped. After a short and glorious reign as alpha dog in this house, she must now come to terms with her new position as lowly pack member. And who can we thank for this long overdue usurpation? A little Angel of Mercy known as Vanessa Bell, a la Bark Busters.
After a mortifying five minutes of watching Nola and Gus maul her, during which Vanessa tried to "ignore" their behavior, I could tell that even the seasoned Bark Buster knew we all had our hands full. Especially, after Vanessa's dominating growl, meant to strike submission into the heart of any dog, only made Nola declare, "Ah! A duel!"
Ben and I both needed an education, and boy did we get one. Essentially the chewing, the nipping, the jumping, the not coming when called....all only symptoms. The illness? An unbalanced pack. One in which Nola apparently has assumed the roll of Alpha Dog, creating a tremendous amount of stress for her. She is, after all, only about 60 lbs to Gus's 100 lbs, Ben's 225 lbs, and my none of your business lbs.
She has been officially relieved of her duty. It was not pretty. She peed on the floor. She cried. She jumped. She scratched. She was visibly shaken. From what horrific torture you ask?
Sit and stay.
Sit and stay sent her reeling into a dimension of confusion that she is still recovering from.
I could go on all day about the training process, but I'll just say this for now. Bark Busters is awesome, and my dogs are already visibly improved. Our biggest obstacle now is Gus thinking the Alpha Dog position is vacant. It isn't. He'll figure it out just like Nola did. They have a long way to go, but now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Stay tuned for updates on how their training is going.
Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot.
Two other members of the household want me to make an announcement...
THE BITCHES ARE BACK!