D Day for Princess Emmy

Our female dog is a terrorist, attaching our little male hard enough to leave puncture wounds in some of her attacks.

I hate this!

The poor male is always vigilant, checking on Emmy's location and her mood. He quickly ducks under whatever to escape another attack. We have to check under the cars, bed, tables and other furniture to locate him most of the time.

Enough is enough!

We called in the local dog expert, Attila the Hun. Actually her name is Christine. And she is one powerful dog trainer.

This woman takes NO shit from a dog.

She darted into our house and had Emmy cowering in about 5 seconds.

I really liked that!

Finally some justice.

We learned to watch Emmy's ears to spot aggression and nip it in the bud, NOW.

So when Emmy gives us even a hint of aggression, we land on her like a ton of shit. Sometimes, we have to push her with our leg as well as yell a command to get her to obey.

Whatever it takes.

We even bait her to get a reaction and then discipline her to stop the aggression.

Time will tell if we are taking ground. We have to be successful. This poor little male is at the end of his rope.

I didn't know that owning a couple of dogs wold be this much trouble.