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Copyright 2016 by Jennifer Arnold
Foreword copyright 2016 by Julia Roberts
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Names: Arnold, Jennifer, author.
Title: Love is all you need : the revolutionary bond-based approach to educating your dog / Jennifer Arnold.
Description: New York : Spiegel & Grau, 2016.
Identifiers: LCCN 2015035722| ISBN 9780812996173 | ISBN 9780812996180 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: DogsBehavior. | DogsPsychology. | Human-animal relationships.
Classification: LCC SF433 .A737 2016 | DDC 636.7dc23 LC record available at http://lccn.loc.gov/2015035722
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Contents
Foreword
Julia Roberts
A nimals have always been a part of my lifewe have had many different kinds and sizes of cats, hamsters, horses, rats, fishbut my heart has always been with dogs. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a veterinarian. I joined the 4-H club and was on my way to my destiny. Could there be any better job in the world, my twelve-year-old self thought, than playing with animals all day? Seeing Rex Harrison talking to the animals in the movie Doctor Dolittle furthered my fantasy. I thought, I have that power. I speak their language.I can ask them whats wrong, theyll tell me. I will be a great vet!
However, as middle school became high school and science class turned into advanced biology, I saw my beautiful career as a vet come screeching to a halt. There was more practical science required than I ever realized, and I found happiness in a different career, which has luckily provided me time with lots of incredible animals over the yearshorses, reptiles, monkeys, cats, and dogs. And dogs still are the winner with me. Especially my lab Louie, who was a wedding gift from my husband.
Several years ago, my husband was working on a documentary about Canine Assistants, a nonprofit based outside of Atlanta, not far from where I grew up, that raises and provides service dogsfree of chargefor people with disabilities. He met Jennifer Arnold, the founder of the organization, and got to spend time with some of the dogs, from tiny little pups to two-year-old service-dogs-in-training ready to graduate into their working lives. He knew I would be completely enchanted by the rolling green hills and red barns of this picture-perfect Georgia farm and the photogenic goldens and labs and doodle mixes romping for the camera. Of course, the centerpiece for this incredible place is the incredible Jennifer and her way with these special dogs.
Not long ago, we went back to Georgia, and one day we took a drive there as a family to visit and spent hours with the dogs. A sunny day with three kids and a seemingly endless parade of puppieswhat could be better!
Jennifer is a real Doctor Dolittle. She has an uncanny ability to see the world through a dogs eyesto experience sights, smells, sounds, and signals just as a dog does, and she allows those insights to direct her work. She, unlike me, is at home with the science, and it reinforces her brilliant intuition and understanding of what goes on in the hearts and minds of dogs. Her approach is remarkable, and her story of how dogs have truly been the compass of her life is a lovely one for all animal lovers. But maybe to all of us dog lovers, it means even more.
Introduction
A Bond Beyond Measure
I love dogs. Practically from the time I could speak, dogs have always consumed a large part of my heart and mind. I actually learned my phone number as a four-year-old so that I could call home from nursery school to be certain my dogs were safe. We had a tiny Chihuahua that my brother named Dodo and a miniature poodle named Gigi. While I loved Dodo, I worshipped that small poodle. Her care and well-being were my constant concerns. And what a patient creature she was to have endured my clumsy, little-girl attempts at painting her nails and styling her hair and dressing her in some ridiculous getups.
Though I may have failed on a few of Gigis hairdos, my desire to tend to her needs was sincere. Ive always adored animals, beginning with Gigi, and felt a need to advocate for their well-being. My father, an ophthalmologist, once had to beg me to stop leaving petitions for various animal welfare causes in his office next to the patient sign-in sheet, as his visually impaired patients were confusing the forms. After the petition setback, I decided to focus my efforts more locally. In sixth grade, aided by a wonderful teacher, I organized a fundraiser for our local humane society. I wanted to encourage people to make life better for dogs. But as it turned out, that pursuit would be delayed for many years. My journey would first require that I ask dogs to help make life better for people.
It started one morning when I was sixteen years old and awoke to discover that my legs no longer worked. I remember trying to walk to the bathroom only to find that I kept falling; I was unable to stand. The diagnosis turned out to be multiple sclerosis, and the prognosis, at that time, was grim. I was told that I would likely need a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I was devastated.
My father had recently read an article in a magazine about a woman in California named Bonnie Bergin who was training dogs to help people who used wheelchairs. He knew a service dog would provide me with emotional comfort as well as physical assistance, and he reached out to Bonnie. Unfortunately, her business was new and not yet prepared to send a dog across the country for placement in Georgia. My father was deterred only briefly before recognizing that this might provide even greater incentive for mea reason for living, a purpose.