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    The Art of the Dog
    The Art of the Dog
    The Art of the Dog
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    The Art of the Dog

    By Thomas Purcell

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    The reason I felt compelled to write this book is because I guess I am a bit of a rebel in that I disagree with much of the practices I see from many other dog trainers. Having established that, I don’t claim to be the “know all and end all” of dog training. What I do believe is that if you follow the information that I am sharing, you should have the joy of a great relationship with your canine best friend.
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    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateDec 6, 2018
    ISBN9781546266389
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      The Art of the Dog - Thomas Purcell

      © 2019 Thomas Purcell. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 11/27/2018

      ISBN: 978-1-5462-6639-6 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5462-6637-2 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5462-6638-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2018913027

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Chapter 1     The Reason for the Book

      Chapter 2     The Red Leash

      Chapter 3     Qigong: The Language of Energy

      Chapter 4     Questions Clients Ask

      Chapter 5     Case Study: Spanky the Ghost Hunter

      Chapter 6     Case Study:She’s Mine, I Tell You

      Chapter 7     Case Study: The Yorkie with the Fifty-Five Gallon Bladder

      Chapter 8     The Incidental Experiment

      Chapter 9     Case Study: Bailey Versus the Tea Kettle … and Every Other Noise

      Chapter 10   Case Study: Bear and Food Aggression

      Chapter 11   Case Study: Star’s Troubles in the Barn

      Chapter 12   The Kindness of Strangers

      Chapter 13   Adopting from Shelters

      I wish to dedicate this work, first and foremost,

      to all of my professors – every last four legged one of them.

      I would also like to dedicate this work to my Sal

      without whom you would probably be reading gibberish.

      To Jake and Melissa who continue to prove you can achieve greatness

      by shooting for the moon and being happy with where you land.

      To Liv and Chance who are my true loves.

      And to Justa Goodell, the person who trusted me,

      gave me a chance and taught me every bit as much as I hope I have taught her.

      And to my niece Jill who carried the transition burden

      from cursive to type.

      And finally, to Zeke and Thane for seeing something,

      having faith – and going with it.

      To My Readers,

      The reason I felt compelled to write this book.

      I guess I am a bit of a rebel in that I disagree with much of the practices I

      see from many other dog trainers. Having established that, I don’t claim

      to be the know all and end all of dog training. What I do believe is that if

      you follow the information that I am sharing you should have the joy of a

      great relationship with your K-9 best friend.

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      CHAPTER ONE

      The Reason for the Book

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      I have often been referred to as a dog whisperer. Although I’m sure this sobriquet is intended to be complimentary, I have never been comfortable with it. A dog whisperer gets into the psychology of dog behavior, using methods and techniques to correct a misguided, confused, or misbehaving dog. This practice is fantastic in many ways. I’m glad I was blessed to have been initially influenced by the best: my very first dog training professor—my mom.

      Mom was a hazel-eyed, white-haired, tough Irish woman who raised seven children with an I have an iron fist, a strong will, and I’ll do what it takes to get things done attitude. My dad, a hard-working, intimidating Irishman with thinning hair and smiling eyes, always brought home the new family dog, but it was always Mom’s magic creating the amazing pets they became. She always uniquely understood mutts. Not one of our family pets ever came from a breeder. Not a single penny was spent acquiring these dogs. Their lives generally started in a barn and ended up at our house in the center of the city, in a neighborhood of so many houses so close together, you could borrow a cup of sugar through the window without ever leaving the comfort of your kitchen.

      I learned when very young to gaze into a dog’s soul. I know it’s said now that dogs don’t have souls, but you will never convince me there is no spiritual energy at work. Why do you think the word dog is a transposition of the word God?

      Further training came from loving and knowing my own dogs. Recently, someone asked if I would dedicate this book to these special animals; well, this book IS indeed dedicated to my dogs, past and present. People often remark about the way my dogs seem to be a bit unnaturally attached to me; I could never disagree but have always attributed this to the power of the alpha and to the two-way trust.

      These dogs have taught me so much—dogs such as Midnight, our family’s first one, a black Labrador Retriever. My father came home one day and dropped this eight week old Labrador retriever at my mother’s feet, a gift from one of his farmer friends. Midnight became our newest family member!

      Labrador Retrievers are by nature swimmers, bred by Canadian fishermen to assist with fetching fish and with retrieving nets. Midnight was no exception. My parents took all us kids to our summer home at the lake, a quaint cottage with no running water, but we thought we were rich. My brothers, sisters, and I pretended we were drowning and that Midnight came to save us. We grabbed her tail, and she swam us to shore. We called her our lifeguard. But we ignorant kids kept this up until Midnight got sick and we realized we had overdone the fun. In truth, we had probably nearly drowned her.

      Another example of our childhood ignorance of dogs: in the City of Buffalo were many abandoned industrial buildings to investigate, and we always took Midnight with us on these adventures. On one of our trips to an old cement factory, we were walking down one of the dark, damp hallways when Midnight cried out: she had badly cut her ankle. It was bleeding so profusely, we feared we would lose her right there. We knew we had to get her home fast, and we trotted ten blocks home, keeping pressure on the wound but fearing the worst. When we rushed into the house with her, Mom told us to tightly wrap the wound and to keep a close eye on her ourselves: supporting seven kids made affording a vet impossible. Midnight healed within a few short weeks, but my brother and I caught hell for what had happened. In retrospect, I ask myself, Who takes a dog into an abandoned industrial building?

      Midnight lived to be fifteen years old, dying when I was seventeen. She had shared my entire childhood. We’d grown so close through the years that, while I was away on a camping trip, a strange feeling came over me. I knew Midnight was in good health but was unable to help feeling that something was wrong. I shared my fears with my brother Dan, who questioned my intellect, as well as my overall mental well being. When I got home, I threw open the large front door and immediately asked Mom where Midnight was. She told me Midnight had died. No surprise. Somehow, I had just known! Mom told me that while I was away, Midnight had become so sick that Dad had carried her to the basement and had held her until she passed away. My dad, the strong, tough, World War II Marine Corp veteran of the South Pacific, had cried hard that night.

      Shortly after losing Midnight, we were again at the lake when neighbors across the street told us their dog had birthed Pointer mix puppies, one of which became the family dog between our Labrador Retrievers. She was six weeks old, white with random black markings. The runt of the litter, she grew to only twenty pounds—not much for a Pointer. We named her Cookie.

      Cookie was a poor bird dog, but she was everything we wanted in a family dog and loved to clown around, climbing ladders, jumping through hoops, and running around like one of us kids. I remember lying on my back on the living room floor, watching television. My head and hands rested against the base of the couch when,

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