The program had taken four disobedient dogs to Washington DC dog training in hopes of turning them into refined pets.
Each dog was treated individually and taken through a series of exercises.
One thing they did was use dog clicker training.
When the trainer used a command, he or she simultaneously use the clicker and if the dog obeyed it go a treat.
Eventually, if the dog heard a click it would do the command.
These dogs were making such progress I was amazed.
Each went in a miscreant and came out a jewel.
If there were tryouts for this show, my dog would have made it no questions asked.
Jesse, my dog, and I have a very complex relationship.
As it seems, he wears the so called "pants" of the family.
I didn't think dogs could wear pants, but Jesse has showed me differently.
Jesse is a diva by all standards.
I have lost count of the times I've slept on the couch because he took the entire bed.
Any pillow I have must be tested and approved by him first, and if he likes it, he might choose to take it for himself.
Jesse takes it upon himself to taste-test every meal, whether or not I allow it.
I have tried to reform Jesse to the best of my ability.
I started with a book given to me by my brother-in-law; called Good Masters make Good Dogs.
I followed this book to the t, child-locking my kitchen, putting shock systems on things, but it did absolutely nothing.
Jesse just out-smarted it all.
I was at a loss.
I then turned to my veterinarian.
The vet taught me tricks to correct misbehavior in animals that was "fool-proof".
Well, obviously, my dog is either a genius or a dunce.
Jesse seemed hopeless, resistant to any type of correction.
This special seemed like my last hope.
If it could turn dogs that bit people, barked viciously and ate furniture around I was confident it could help Jesse.
After all, Jesse was harmless at heart, he would never hurt anyone.
All he needed was a little tough love, or a lot.
After watching the news special, I ran to the internet to find out how I could enroll Jesse in such a program.
The news station website was actually running a contest where ten people can win the chance to take there dogs to D.
I am normally not the type to enter contests, but I was hopeful.
Three weeks later, I got a message on my cell phone from a Washington D.
I had almost forgotten that I even entered the contest, so it was a huge shock.
I was to bring Jesse to the training center in two weeks on a Thursday ready to work.
In anticipation, I had Jesse groomed and checked by the Vet, for posterity's sake.
Now that he was presentable, I loaded Jesse into the backseat of my truck, even though he'd move up front soon, and set off for D.
By the end of the workshop, Jesse was a new dog.
He sat in the backseat on the way home, slept on his dog bed for the first time, and started a new diet void of human food.