Bark Collars
Zoey
Dog
“Ruff!”
“Ouch!!” and I jumped.
This used to be the usual patter around my house the last
couple of weeks. I will admit that ever
since I was a bitty baby Lab, I have enjoyed barking every
now and again.
As I grew up, nobody ever told me I shouldn’t be
barking. After
all, barking is how us dogs try to talk to you, even if you
don’t always understand us.
Well, that was before my family needed to move to an
apartment and leave our house behind. This was so different for
me. Our
neighbors were connected right to us, and there was no
backyard at all. I didn’t have anywhere to
go outside and play. My family was so busy
working and going to school that I sat around all day doing
nothing by myself. So, I started doing a
little bit of window watching and talking to
myself. 
It didn’t take long before the neighbors could hear me, and
they started to complain to my owner and the
landlord. My
owner brought home a new collar for me to use one day after
work. It didn’t
look my normal collar at all, and it was a little heavier to
wear and had these two little pointy prongs that pinched
into my neck a little bit. She tightened it up and
said she got it okay and that it should fix our problem with
the neighbors.
Great! Problem solved!
I went to rest for a bit and stretched out. I had just drifted off and
was dreaming about fast, furry bunny rabbits to chase when I
detected a noise. Hey! The kids were home
and running about, and I jumped up to play with
them. I barked
out of excitement to greet them and ask them to
play. Sometimes
they did, but it usually took a bit of barking to get their
attention. 
“Ouch!” What was that? I had barked and instead of joy, I
felt this shock to my neck that made me jump. I hunkered down and ran
for the bedroom. “She’ll be okay” I heard
my owner tell the kids.
I peeked my head out later in the evening when I heard my
owner calling for me to eat dinner, and I ran out,
forgetting all about the earlier shock, and eagerly greeted
her for my dinner. I wagged my whole behind
in excitement and jumped around her. She was taking too long to
stir my food! …and I barked to let her know.
“Ouch!!!” I high-tailed it to the bedroom again and didn’t
come out again all night. “Zoey, it’s okay” I could
hear her call, but I would forego dinner
tonight.
I guess my owner could tell I didn’t like my new collar at
all, and I didn’t understand what was
happening.
The next day, She told me I wouldn’t have to wear it
anymore, and she put my old collar back on. Tonight, she said, I
would have a visitor.
It turned out that the visitor was what you people call a
dog trainer, and he gave her lots of ideas to help my
barking out instead of using that ‘bark collar.’ He gave her
special toys that she could put my dinner and treats in; he
told her I needed more exercise and walking time; most
importantly, he suggested that everyone do things with me
when I was quiet and good. He said that if they
rewarded me when I was quiet, I would be more likely to be
quiet more often.
He really taught her how to figure out what made me bark and
then identify how to correct some of it in a nicer way than
the collar. I
was so happy when he was done visiting and working with
me. From that
day forward, I have never had to wear the collar again, and
my family is doing so many wonderful things with me and for
me. And, for my
part, I am not barking nearly as much anymore
either!

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