your dog's behaviors irritating and even embarrassing you?

"Do you find your dog's behaviors to not only be exhausting, but irritating and even embarrassing as well?"

Dog training

Dog training is the application of behavior analysis which uses the environmental events of antecedents and consequences to modify the behavior of a dog, either for it to assist in specific activities or undertake particular tasks, or for it to participate effectively in contemporary domestic life

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