In puppy news, Roosevelt (I've named him after this town I'm leaving behind) discovered today that we have chickens here at work. He's had two blissful days here, running around, getting a lot of love and attention and today he blew it when he again went after a chicken. It's impossible to get him to come to you when he's in his murderous mood. I had to chase him twice around the house with a broom, and only succeeded in getting him to stop biting them when he got walloped in the face by the broom. I don't normally condone violence, but I wasn't sure how else to halt the chickencide.
Feathers everywhere. I locked him up in a storage room for an hour and went back after I had calmed down. I shoved his face in the feathers and let him know very sternly that he was to behave himself from here on out.
I then walked him over to the chickens and showed him how we're supposed to behave around them. The poor chickens didn't know what to think and took off flying. One almost swiping my face with his talon. I then took him home and locked him in the bathroom.
Later tonight I'm going to have to google how to solve this problem. Although trained in human behavior modification...I'm a little lost with dogs.
Maybe there's something on pinterest as well.
1 comment:
pavlov. just reenoforce the behavoir you want.
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