I can't express how great you all are, and how wonderful this thread is - thank you Carol for starting it and not being embarrassed to do so.
Geoff asked about the signs leading up to Lear's first incident. The
biggest sign was Lear barking at me from his crate. It wasn't just a bark that he wanted out. It was (again, embarrassed) ferocious barking, angry, how dare you walk around the house without me type barking. Definitely "I'm the boss" barking. Downright ferocious, attacking the crate and barking more ferociously when I verbally corrected him with a "no" or a "quiet".
Slow obedience at times also, but see that now as
my laziness to be consistent and demand instant obedience. Any aloofness at that time is hard to judge even looking back at it now, as he is the follow me everywhere type dog and was quite happy and playful up until the first incident. But I think more importantly, it was the lack of respect for me that was the root problem. He does definitely love me and shows it constantly, but I knew in my heart he didn't respect me as he should. Again, another handler mistake. I think knowing your dog loves you can fool you into thinking all the other important things are there too. Not so.
Jenni, thank you for what you said. I'm going to try and follow your example as well and have already begun with no coddling for a while and will step up the OB. I really need to look at myself as a dog handler instead of just a dog owner/momma. Lear, like Caleb, is very sweet with me also so his attack was totally unexpected.
I had startled him out of a sleep, just by petting him (nothing I hadn't done before) and he came at me. He was suspicious of me for the next 4 days, leading to another 5 incidents, although none as severe as that first one. Very threatening dominant stiff posture, eyes staring and fixed on each incident. Each time, except the first, I was able to deter an attack. He's not a dog that backs off if threatened, but why he saw me as a threat I don't know and it concerned me. I got headaches and tears from thinking about that part.
On one occasion when I knew he was going to lunge at me (drag line out of reach), I did the only thing I could think of, I gave a stern down command (platz) and to my amazement, he did it instantly. I then told him "place" and he trotted into his crate and I shut the door.
I thought my future with Lear was over and cried a lot about it. Like Jenni, I considered giving him to someone, someone who can handle that much dog cause didn't know if I could. I was broken-hearted and couldn't bear the thought. Like Jenni said, this was my baby. I don't quite know how to not feel like that. Cindy wrote to me that she knew I wanted a cuddly dog, but Lear is not that dog. Cindy (what a wonderful lady - wow) and Ed, as well as some of you whom I know and respect and who handle these types of dogs, are my heroes.
I'm realizing you don't learn much with the softer temperament dogs (boy, do I love those), but it's the tough ones who teach you the real lessons. So I'm thankful for my dog, for his love, for all that he is and I'm keeping the monster.