The first dog I adopted was an Australian Shepherd mix named Sheila. I adopted Sheila, whom I love dearly, in the early nineties. I now feel extremely guilty about how she was trained, though it was all I knew and had available to me. She was a difficult dog at best and horrendous at worst. She was jumpy, mouthy, and could be downright aggressive; other times she was a delight. My friends, vet, and an animal behaviorist all told me she was displaying dominant behavior, and that I had to get her…
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Posted on May 27, 2009 at 11:48am —