Training the Untrainable

There are no bad dogs, just bad people. I am seeing the light with our two daschunds. They may not be dumb as posts, although I reserve judgement about Cosi. Woody is tuning into his new choke collar. Cosi is a bit slower. This is only lesson two, and damned if they haven't stopped pulling on the leash and tearing off into to brush. We had a setback, however, when Woody broke the metal ring on his collar. I yelled loud enough at him that he stopped, or I caught him, or both. So much for the cheapo collar from Wal-Mart. On to a pet store, I guess. Pretty pathetic when the chain last for all of two wearings, wouldn't you say? In about a week, fifteen minutes a day, I think these untrainable dogs will be partially trained, even middle-aged dogs that they are. This is important work as the dogs will soon be liabilities in Providence. I am worried. I am the worrier, remember.