Puppy Socialisation Classes: Trust your instincts

The Fluffy Dog at about nine weeks old.

The Fluffy Dog at about nine weeks old.

Puppies should be socialised. They should be socialised well, early, often, and as much as their growing little brains and bodies and spirits can tolerate. Some trainers and vets say that you should wait until the initial series of vaccinations is complete, but I disagree. I’m not saying take your vulnerable pup to the local dog park where she can roll in the poo of ill or unvaccinated dogs. But I believe that with a bit of thought, you can come up with reasonably safe ways to get your puppy started quite early with socialisation experiences.

With this in mind, when the Fluffy Dog was just a wee pup, his papa and I took him to a puppy socialisation class. It was a series of four sessions for pups under five or six months of age who had already had their first two sets of vaccinations. Mr. Fluff wasn’t that fluffy back then. He was a wee little round-headed fuzzy pup who showed no signs yet of the long-haired, long-legged, loudmouthed beast he’d eventually grow into. I already loved him with all my heart.

The puppy group started out as a lot of fun. We introduced the pups to various toys, and to each other. But I felt like the people running it were maybe new to this, since they put an awful lot of emphasis on self-control and calmness for such young pups (not really developmentally possible for the really young ones), and then they had us play a dangerous game.

The “underlying lesson” of the game was that our puppies had to get used to being handled by different people, to get them ready for future vet visits and strangers on the street. This premise made sense to me, but I was uncomfortable with the assumptions that 1) any handling is good handling and 2) we could trust the others in this brand new group to interact with our pup appropriately.

I was even more uncomfortable when the game was explained. We owners all sat in a circle on the floor with someone else’s puppy. The staff put a box of little baby clothes and dog clothes in the centre of the circle. The idea was to run to the box, grab an item of clothing, and be the first person to dress a puppy. I was horrified as the game began and most people snapped into competition mode, tucking puppies under their arms while they scrabbled through the clothing box. I sat there frozen in place with someone else’s puppy on my lap, trying to watch the tiny Fluffy Dog across the circle to make sure he was okay. My partner went to the bin and got some baby clothes, then came back and took the puppy from me, gently babytalking her and carefully dressing her (I had my reasons for getting divorced, but my ex was always always always an excellent puppy-papa), but other people were screeching and laughing and scrambling to jam little legs into sleeves, and shove little puppy heads through neck-holes, trying to be the first, to win, to be Number One.

I was horrified. I wanted to go grab my puppy but since everyone else seemed to think it was good fun, I felt like maybe I was overreacting. But then a puppy yelped: a high-pitched, surprised pain-yelp. It came from across the circle, and I didn’t know if it was my puppy or not. But I was up off the floor before my mind could catch up, and I went across the circle and took my puppy back. And I wouldn’t let him go for any of the following trade-the-puppy exercises.

Yes, the other owners and the staff were annoyed and defensive and tried to make me feel like I was a bad owner for not letting others handle my dog. But I was furious. Not at them, but at myself. Because I knew the game was no good. I knew I shouldn’t have let my puppy participate. I saw that things were getting too rough. But I denied my instinct. I did not rescue my puppy early enough. The “good animal voice” told me what to do and I shoved it down.

The Fluffy Dog was fine. And as far as I know, so were all the other pups. Mr. Fluff has grown into a dog who adores being handled, scritched, hugged, wrestled, petted, and cuddled. No harm done.

But it was my job to keep him out of danger in the first place.

It was a reminder to trust myself. To listen to my instinct. To care less about being a spoilsport and more about doing the right thing.

To always stand up for my dogs, no matter what others think.

6 thoughts on “Puppy Socialisation Classes: Trust your instincts

  1. Woman walking Max

    Agree with you – trust your yourself. My bro said to me one time : listen to yourself – that little voice inside you that says ‘I don’t want to that’, ignore the other voice that says ‘You should do that, what will other people think?’

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  2. honestme363

    That game sounds whacked to me…while it is good to have your puppy being used to other people, I am not sure what the purpose of manhandling them into clothes is…most dogs will respond better to gentle but firm hands (thinking restraint for blood collection) not manhandling. Good for you. Just because you were paying them for the service, doesn’t make them an expert on the subject. Perhaps the way you handled the situation made others question it as well. If we were all sheep, no changes would occur, at all, ever.

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    1. nissetje Post author

      It was a fairly new business and I think that was the first puppy class they’d put on. It seemed like they had more theory than experience. I hope they changed their practice after that! We didn’t go back.

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  4. owningadogwithanxiety

    Really odd exercise. I understand socializing and getting your puppy used to be handled, but let’s use realistic exercises – I mean, who’s going to be “dressing” their dog. Hmm, glad you got out when you did.

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