I recently adopted a four-year-old bully breed mix named Tank. He is a big boy, about eighty pounds, and has some basic training, but he lacks awareness of his size and gets very excited when people greet him. I decided to enroll him in private training lessons at my local pet store.
On our first walk around the store, a man comments on how cute he is and asks to pet him.
Trainer: “He is in school right now, so [My Name] is setting the boundaries on his greetings.”
Man: “What does that mean?”
Me: “I’d like people to greet him when he is sitting or lying down. If you could let him sniff the back of your hand first, and then give him a scratch under his chin, that would be great. If he jumps up, I need you to turn away and remove yourself until I get him settled again.”
Man: “Okay.”
I get Tank into a sit and tell the man to go ahead. He offers his hand, and Tank licks it. [Man] immediately goes for the ears and vigorously rubs his head. Tank jumps up into [Man]’s arms and kisses him. I call him back into a sit and step between them.
Man: “What?”
Me: “That is not how I want him to interact with people.”
Man: “I don’t mind.”
Me: “I do. I don’t want him jumping on people.”
Man: “I’m a big guy; I can take it.”
Trainer: “But a small child or an elderly person can’t. If one person encourages him to jump up, he will think it’s okay for everyone.”
Man: “It’s not that serious…”
He leaves us.
Trainer: “That is a common issue with training. Cute little dogs get away with a lot, but… being what he is…”
She gestures to Tank, who is now licking his butt, oblivious to the world around him.
Me: “I know the stigma, which is why I’m here.”
Trainer: *Relieved* “Right. Unfortunately, some people will see Tank as an issue no matter how good he is.”
Me: “I know. He really is a good boy. He just needs some fine-tuning.”
Tank is now laying on the floor, belly up, wiggling back and forth like he’s trying to scratch his back.
Me: “What a monster, huh?”
Trainer: “Oh, the worst!”
Me: “I’m more afraid of his farts than his face.”
Trainer: *Laughing* “That is the true danger here!”
We practiced polite greetings a few more times that day, and he started to get the hang of it.
Eventually, Tank started asking people to greet him by going up and sitting in front of them, tail wagging and waiting patiently. Some people were thrown off by a big dog staring at them expectantly, but most found it funny and greeted him the right way.