Has anyone had any terror pets that you are willing to talk about?
Here is mine.
When I was in junior high school, my parents adopted an irish setter pup. I guess my stepdad liked the breed because an old college friend of his had one and it was well behaved.
Well, Sunny was terrible. Very hyper. My stepdad is a doctor who is out most of the time. He was the one who had some experience with dogs. My mother on the other hand did not. She used the old training methods. She had him housebroken in the bad way. If he had accidents, she would rub the dog's nose in the mess and then slap him in the face(I was young then). She used rolled up newspapers to discipline him. She trained him to wait to be fed. She would have him stay in his corner of the kitchen while she prepared his food. Then put it down on the floor. She had him wait before it was okay for him to eat. And she trained him to use the bathroom in a corner of the backyard. Besides not being neutered, he was very unmanageble. I would take him on walks. My mother had no patience with him. Now I realize that a dog like that needs more exercise and attention. One day, we left him in tied up inside the garage and we went somewhere. When we got back, the garage looked like a tornado struck. Sunny tore everything. If we leave him alone for too long he will get very destructive. He didn't last a year at our house and was put up for adoption. Someone else adopted him. I haven't heard about him since.
Now, this type of experience helped me. In the future when I get a dog, I will be taking him/her to obedience school and learn how to properly train a dog.
Here is mine.
When I was in junior high school, my parents adopted an irish setter pup. I guess my stepdad liked the breed because an old college friend of his had one and it was well behaved.
Well, Sunny was terrible. Very hyper. My stepdad is a doctor who is out most of the time. He was the one who had some experience with dogs. My mother on the other hand did not. She used the old training methods. She had him housebroken in the bad way. If he had accidents, she would rub the dog's nose in the mess and then slap him in the face(I was young then). She used rolled up newspapers to discipline him. She trained him to wait to be fed. She would have him stay in his corner of the kitchen while she prepared his food. Then put it down on the floor. She had him wait before it was okay for him to eat. And she trained him to use the bathroom in a corner of the backyard. Besides not being neutered, he was very unmanageble. I would take him on walks. My mother had no patience with him. Now I realize that a dog like that needs more exercise and attention. One day, we left him in tied up inside the garage and we went somewhere. When we got back, the garage looked like a tornado struck. Sunny tore everything. If we leave him alone for too long he will get very destructive. He didn't last a year at our house and was put up for adoption. Someone else adopted him. I haven't heard about him since.
Now, this type of experience helped me. In the future when I get a dog, I will be taking him/her to obedience school and learn how to properly train a dog.