Of course, they are loyal in their genes. I have seen a question and answer before that said that dogs are loyal because they regard their owners as leaders, so they obey their orders. But I feel that this is not entirely true from my personal experience.
I grew up in an environment that neglected me spiritually. The family atmosphere was serious and tolerant. They would blame me at every turn and use moral kidnapping. It was normal not to encourage me when I did the right thing, but I would blame and scold me when I did something wrong or did not do anything wrong but it did not meet my parents’ expectations. They also did not care about my feelings and interfered too much. They made decisions for me when I was a child, and they still wanted to make decisions for me when I grew up. In short, it was terrible.
I decided to raise my dog without any support from anyone. Because of the unhappy growing environment when I was a child, I was particularly careful not to raise a dog with the bad education method of my parents.
I will teach it some necessary obedience instructions, such as not to rummage through the trash can at home, not to touch the food on the coffee table or table where it can reach, to come back when called, not to rush out, not to eat anything on the ground outside (it is really too difficult to train a Labrador not to eat), not to eat food given by strangers without permission, not to bark, to stand next to or behind me in the elevator, to stop when seeing someone when playing the ball-throwing and fetching game in the open space, etc.
In addition to the above, I am very tolerant of it and give it a lot of freedom.
I don’t want it to obey absolutely anything. As long as it is safe and does not affect others. It can have a temper, and it can whine or even ignore me when it is unhappy or angry. It can jump up and scratch when it is happy.
There is no cage or forbidden place in my house, and it can go anywhere. When the weather is good, it will go to the balcony to bask in the sun. When I go to the toilet or take a shower, it will wait at the door of the bathroom. When I change clothes and put on makeup, it will watch and wait at the door of the coat rack. When I sleep, it will jump on the bed. When I lie on the sofa, it will also be next to me with its head or feet on my legs. It is clingy
. When it was young, it made a lot of mistakes, such as pooping and peeing everywhere, biting shoes and my son when it was grinding its teeth, and making all kinds of damages, climbing on the table to steal food, rummaging through the trash can, etc. I rarely beat it, I am very patient, and basically adopt the method of encouragement. For example, if it poops and pees on the urine pad, I will praise it and reward it with snacks. I often reflect on where I did not do well and how to educate or train it. Once when it was more than two months old, I held it in my arms and made a noise. It jumped up and pounced on me with its two front paws, scratching my eyelids under my eyelids. At that time, it was so painful that I couldn’t open my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw red and a little blurry in my eyes. I knew it was broken and bleeding. It looked confused and didn’t know what happened, but it seemed to know that something was wrong and didn’t pounce on me, but just wagged its tail hard. When it hurt, the first reaction was anger and I wanted to beat it. But I held back, because I really had a hard time raising this dog. To some extent, it is my spiritual support. And I always remind myself not to become my parents. Calm down, there is no reason to hit it, first, it didn’t mean it and it’s still young, second, I was quarreling with it for fun, it was just an accident, there’s no need to vent it out to see who’s right and who’s wrong. Just like that, I controlled my emotions. Of course, I’m sometimes mean to it, but most of the time I’m tolerant. It’s a compensation for not having such an environment when I was a child.
In short, the dog grew up in a loving and tolerant environment. Except for the necessary instructions, it basically follows its own will. It’s not afraid of me at all. It’s just afraid that I won’t pay attention to it.
Sometimes it doesn’t listen. Sometimes when I come back from a walk and wipe my feet, it gets angry and won’t let me wipe them, or it feels that it hasn’t played enough and just stays downstairs with the ball in its mouth and refuses to go home, and if it’s angry with me, it just ignores me, it’s very arrogant. But I won’t blame it for all these. I don’t need it to obey my orders, I just hope it can live a happy life.
A while ago, it went out to play and jumped into a stinky ditch.
My family didn’t accept it at first, but later it really became very well-behaved. My family likes it more and more. The dog is kind-hearted by nature and well-trained. He is very naughty and sensible. He wags his tail and is happy to see anyone, but he will break free when a stranger wants to lead him. Not to mention strangers, my dad and my friends won’t let him lead the dog. As long as I am around, he must be led by me. My mom is the second most fond of him, and she takes very good care of him. He lets my mom lead the dog, and if we go out together and I go separately, he will wait for my mom. But as soon as I call him, he will definitely follow me.
When I live with my family, as long as I am at home, he would rather hold his poop and pee, and must let me take him out. Sometimes I stayed up late to work overtime the day before, and the next day my mom felt sorry for me and wanted me to sleep more, so she wanted to help me walk the dog. But the dog won’t go down the stairs. Once he goes out, he will wait at the door, waiting for me to go out. My mom pulled him and talked to him, but it didn’t work. He wouldn’t listen to soft or hard words. He could stay at the door for half an hour or an hour, and after a while, he would scratch the door and make a whining sound of grievance and anxiety. In the end, I had to get up and take him out to play. My mom said she had never seen such a stubborn dog.
How should I put it? It likes people and family. It will happily wag its tail to anyone, likes to be patted on the head, and likes anyone to play the game of throwing and picking up the ball with it. But it only lets me lead it, only walks with me, and only recognizes me as its master. I didn’t deliberately train it for this. It’s just its spontaneous behavior.
I think this is loyalty.
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