Cassidys Mom
Posted : 12/24/2007 4:35:34 PM
I was thinking about the whole "betrayal" thing, and I realized that it's not so important whether or not my dogs would feel betrayed by ME, as to whether or not I'D feel that I betrayed THEM - which is why it wouldn't matter if it were me using a training technique I'm not comfortable with, or someone else using it on my dogs without me there. I would still know I was responsible for their stress, pain, fear, discomfort, whatever.
Obviously, there are times when it's necessary that they experience those things - medical procedures would be a perfect example, but if there's another way to train, that would always be my preference. The question about whether it makes a difference to the dog if it's necessary or not is interesting. It may sound stupid, but I think in some cases, on some level, they may understand that it's for their own good. With Cassidy, she was at the vet a LOT, for almost two years, dozens of visits. She had chiro visits, acupuncture (which she loved), had numerous blood tests because she was on NSAIDs, you name it, she'd been poked, prodded, x-rayed, MRI'd, and mostly it was with me there. I took her to at least 80% of those visits, which were very stressful for her, and often painful. She HATED going to the vet's, and would start shaking as I made the last few turns and it was clear where we were going.
I remember once we had to take her off Deramaxx because her kidney levels had started rising. The vet wanted to do a urine specific gravity test to see if there had been kidney damage. We couldn't get her to pee on cue, so they tried using a catheter, which also didn't work, and they ended up tapping her bladder. To anyone who hasn't had to witness that, they stick a needle into the bladder through the belly to draw out the urine. That poor dog was up on the table for a long time, looking absolutely miserable, with me at her side. I also gave her all her medications and supplements at home. You'd think that she would have run screaming every time she saw me, and yet she was so patient, and even seemed to become more bonded to me over time. I don't know, it really felt like somehow she read my intent, that she knew how much I loved her and was trying to help her, in spite of what I'd put her through. She endured the procedures, took the pills I gave her, and returned the love.
There - my little anthropomorphic moment.