I had a large project due for English class. I had a giant posterboard that I covered with construction paper and glued all my essays and timelines, etc to. I spent hours decorating it and making it look pretty! Then Owen came in, thinking it was his new toy, and ripped up part of it. I told him "No! Bad dog!" and it took me another hour to repair it. I got up to use the bathroom...and when I came back, Owen had completely destroyed my report. It was 9:00 at night, and I was really really upset. It took me so long to perfect it, and he destroyed it. And...I regret doing this so much, but I hit him. I cried and I smacked him and kicked him once. It wasn't enough to injure him, but he never looked at me the same way again. He lowered his head and walked out of the room.
He became disobedient, and he never followed me anywhere anymore. In fact it got hard to take him on walks. He would pull and drag me around. When we took him into stores (he was a service dog, he was allowed in!) he would sniff at all the merchandise, pick up food items, etc. At home I used to roughhouse with him, but instead of him playful biting he would clamp down on my hand and not let go...He gave me quite a few scars. He also started to jump up on people and sometimes mount them. And this was NOT good service dog behavior.
And honestly, it really really sucked when we came home and he would get so excited to see my brother and then when he looked at me, his tail would stop wagging and droop. I tried to get him to forgive me for doing that to him...I would take him to the beach alone and just talk to him and stroke him. He is now friendly to me and obeys me (sometimes), but its not the same. I miss him. It bothers me when he follows around my brother and my mom. I never thought he was a very intellegent dog but I guess I underestimated him. I wish I could earn Owen's trust back...
Kudos if you read the whole thing. Any tips? I miss my boy so much.