Victory!
What is victory for a dog? Well, victory is a big reward that's for sure.
I'm a cyclist and along with about 200 hundred other cyclists I ride the country roads outside of my town almost every weekend. On one long straightaway this summer there was a small terrier that chased every, single blessed cyclist, every single Saturday morning without fail. After three or four of these episodes I determined that he wouldn't bite me. He would make a lot of noise and get close to my moving feet but he never attempted to bite. So I decided I would change the definition of victory for him. As I rode towards the yard he guarded I slowed down and when he came streaking across the grass I actually stopped. He ran into the road and barked his fool head off and ran back and forth. I said nothing and did nothing. I merely stood over my bike in the road.
After a minute or two of his display the barking was reduced to grumbling and then he stopped altogether and dropped on his chest in the grass, thoroughly bored. Then I rode off.
The next day I rode back down the road. The quiet morning was suddenly disturbed by the sound of a barking terrier, hellbent on chasing yet another cyclist off his property. He was like lightning coming across the yard, when all of a sudden it was like he recognized me, got my scent or something. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, grumbled a bit and turned and laid down in the grass. I then rode off. He got rid of me the polite way. Victory!
I'm a cyclist and along with about 200 hundred other cyclists I ride the country roads outside of my town almost every weekend. On one long straightaway this summer there was a small terrier that chased every, single blessed cyclist, every single Saturday morning without fail. After three or four of these episodes I determined that he wouldn't bite me. He would make a lot of noise and get close to my moving feet but he never attempted to bite. So I decided I would change the definition of victory for him. As I rode towards the yard he guarded I slowed down and when he came streaking across the grass I actually stopped. He ran into the road and barked his fool head off and ran back and forth. I said nothing and did nothing. I merely stood over my bike in the road.
After a minute or two of his display the barking was reduced to grumbling and then he stopped altogether and dropped on his chest in the grass, thoroughly bored. Then I rode off.
The next day I rode back down the road. The quiet morning was suddenly disturbed by the sound of a barking terrier, hellbent on chasing yet another cyclist off his property. He was like lightning coming across the yard, when all of a sudden it was like he recognized me, got my scent or something. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, grumbled a bit and turned and laid down in the grass. I then rode off. He got rid of me the polite way. Victory!
posted by dogtrainer at 6:28 PM
2 Comments:
I also have had a few trying times
with dogs while riding my bike.
Good article-it brings back memories.
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