For years I begged my parents to let me get a dog but they just wouldn't budge. I nagged and I nagged. My whole life revolved around getting a dog. I lay in bed every night praying that a dog would somehow sneak into the house when my parents came home from dinner. I prayed that it would sneak through the garage and come into my bedroom. My grandparents used to take me to look at puppies every few weekends to try and compensate for me not having one of my own. Some weekends my nanna even borrowed a friends dog for me to play with.
I got so desperate, I wanted a dog so badly - I decided that I needed a plan of attack. Keeping in mind that I was only about 8 years old at the time. My dad went to the letter box one day to find a letter written in very childish hand writing. The letter read:
"To Peter Thurin, I believe that God believes that you should get your daughter (Melanie) the thing she really wants, a Dog. Your Cincely..."
And guess what? He finally gave in and we got our gorgeous Spoodle, Ruffi. Unfortunately Ruffi passed away last January at the age of 15. He was a very loved dog and we all miss him dearly.
Through my dog training course I discovered that many people select the wrong breeds for them causing the dogs to develop serious behavioural issues causing serious trouble for the owners. I also learnt that a number of people inherently blame the dog for its behavioural issues, when really the problems more often then not, stem from the owners. Dog training is more about training the owner than training the dog. I also discovered that my passion is with puppies, and in particular helping people with puppy problem solving. The idea of this blog is to teach you the right way to do things, using my own personal story.
It's been a year and a half since Ruffi passed away and Jase and I are well and truly ready to add a puppy to our lives...
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