In an earlier post ‘Cesar Millan ruined my life’, I was regaling you with my woes with dog training. Our Abroozi is hardly a troublesome fellow and now that he is 2 years old, he is even less of a trouble maker than when he was a puppy. The only problem I have with him is that he pulls (or more correctly, used to pull) on the lead. Ever since I found Cesar Millan on Nat Geo (Monday to Friday, 9pm India) I have been convinced that our Abroozi’s outdoor behaviour is that of a very dominant nature. Inside the home, he is a pussy cat. But take him outside and the tiger is unleashed. Cesar Millan was making me feel extremely inadequate and made me realise that I had let our Abroozi take over physically and mentally when I took him for a walk. I think that after a year and half of more or less solely walking him, I felt quite upset that I hadn’t been doing the best I could with him. That somehow I had let myself down as well. So after a week of, there’s no other word for it, nagging my husband about how we need to improve Abroozi’s walking habits, he took the challenge upon himself. The deal was that if he could train Abroozi to walk to heel, I have to never speak about Cesar Millan again. So did he live up to the challenge?
I went to Delhi on work for a week, returned for 3 days, restocked the fridge and filled up the cupboards only to come to the conclusion that man and dog are doing just fine without their mama. And the biggest result of all: Abroozi is walking perfectly. My husband has taken on the challenge and won. I am super super impressed with both my husband and son. The difference is staggering. While the walks are fast paced, because Abroozi is a natural trotter, he walks right by your side and is allowed only certain areas to sniff around. The rest of the time he is focused and thereby getting both a physical and mental work out.
Now I’m in the Southern city of Chennai and from what I’ve heard the boys are doing just fine without me. Last update was that both had eaten their idlis and Abroozi was even having a “homemade” beef burger. He’s been bathed, brushed, fed and given a bone. He’s a happy puppy.
So my message to Cesar Millan is, “I value the awakening. I will still be watching your show but your name will never be mentioned in my house again. Thank you and goodbye.”