started training classes with an APDT member at 13 weeks old and was a star
from the beginning while in the class. I did mention to the trainer on the
first night that he did play bite an awful lot. I have had a GSD before
and other dogs, but never had one that mouthed as much as this. We did everything
the trainer advised but the problem just got steadily worse with Logan jumping
up and grabbing any part of us he could. We asked the trainer to come out
for a one to one consultation. We revised what we were doing with him, but
again nothing seemed to help. By this time he was getting big and while
he didn’t break the skin, he definitely hurt when he grabbed us, normally
The training classes finished when Logan was about 5 months and at his worst. We were trying to sort out what was becoming a major problem ourselves and getting nowhere fast. At about seven months I phoned the vets for a referral to a behaviourist and was given Mike’s name and number. We live just outside Aberdeen so I did think Mike was maybe too far away but decided to phone anyway. Thank goodness I did.
was impressed by Mike’s knowledge and down to earth attitude.
One of our walks was through the local park and into the woods behind. This one morning he was on the leash through the park and I let him off in the woods. He went to the toilet and then immediately took off running. I couldn’t even see any rabbits but he obviously had seen something. To make a long story shorter, I totally lost him for about 20 minutes and he eventually came running down the drive of a house that backs onto the woods, saw me and took off again through the park. At the end of the park he ran into someone else’s garden who has a domestic rabbit in a large round run, fenced off with chicken wire. He proceeded to circle the run to try and get the rabbit. I was convinced that I would either collapse in the park chasing after this crazy dog, he would get this rabbit, or instead of coming out of the garden and back into the park, he would go out onto the main road and be hit by a car.
When I eventually
got him back, which took about 30 minutes I was shaking like a leaf. Logan
had been totally out of control. He was a danger to himself, a danger
to me (I was convinced I would have a heart attack chasing him) and a
danger to other people. If anyone had seen this maniac of a dog running
towards them I’m sure they would have had hysterics.
I keep thinking
that because Logan has now turned 2 he should be calming down. I’m
sure he is, but Logan being Logan will no doubt keep us on our toes.