I don’t fix dogs. I can’t make them ‘normal’. I don’t even know what ‘normal’ means to anyone else but me. I rebel against the notion a dog needs to comply with the rules because I question the rules. I’m not interested in living up to anyone’s expectations because I know better what makes me happy -and I decided to give some of the freedom I enjoy to my dogs.
The training never ends, there’s no quick fix, no deadline. We all change and evolve, people and dogs alike. Every minute I spend with my dogs is important and teaches us something. I analyse the environment, the timing, my expectations, my dogs body language, I adapt and compromise. I’m there, in the moment, I don’t switch off, I don’t multitask and chase pokemons on my phone.
It also helps that I don’t care much about what people think (unless I care about the people). After all, there’s a social pressure on women to be unnaturally thin, for men to be financially successful, for mothers to be selfless: the majority can and often is wrong. Which leads me to a rather obvious conclusion: I don’t want people to think like me. I just want them to think.