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The Original Dog Whisperer and Horse Whisperer

Updated on September 11, 2013

DOG WHISPERER & HORSE WHISPERER SHORT SCIENCE ARTICLE FROM 1904

Cesar Millan of the television show The Dog Whisperer is very popular today.

This short 1904 article about the original dog and horse Whisperer is one of the first records of ESP with animals and is now out of print and quite rare.

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SOUTH PARK INTRO CESAR MILLAN THE DOG WHISPERER

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TRAINING ANIMALS BY THEIR SIXTH SENSE

There is a tremendous interest in psychic abilities to communicate with animals. Why? It's quite simple. Many pet owners report an uncanny and often times indescribable connection with their pets that seemingly transcends the simple and obvious love that is clearly apparent. Pets can often display stunning signs of a deeper understanding of things that if accepted, modern scientific paradigms are simply at a loss to explain away.

"The writer of this article is a lady who has become noted among breeders of so-called "fancy stock" because of her remarkable success in raising prizewinning horses and dogs. She has made this her profession, and is undoubtedly the only woman in this country to follow the method she describes, in preference to the use of the ordinary ways of training employed on the stock farm. She has had ample opportunity to study what many believe to be the sixth sense in animals, and makes use of it in educating them." She was the modern day predecessor to others such as Cesar Millan, the Dog Whisperer.

TRAINING ANIMALS BY THEIR SIXTH SENSE

PART ONE

When I was about six years old I became acquainted with Dick. Perhaps I fed him a few wisps of hay- or a lump of sugar. Anyway we soon became chums, and when I went into his pasture Dick would come to me without a word and follow me about like a dog. Something told him I wanted him for a playmate, as I lived so far away from the children in the neighborhood that we could not often visit each other. Probably Dick felt lonely also, for at that time he was the only horse we had. It never occurred to me that he could injure me. In short, such was my confidence in him that sometimes I would sit on the straw in his stall while he stood over me feeding, or if he were lying down, would huddle up closely to his warm body, right between his fore legs and hind legs. As if Dick would do his best friend any harm! At last the idea occurred to me of riding him. I had never been on a horse's back in my life. I had never even put a bridle on him. I did not like to ask anybody to help me, fearing father might learn of it and forbid me to be around the horse, I thought a while and initially hit upon a plan that was successful. Leading Dick under a tree, I climbed into it and slid down on his back from one of the branches. Then, touching him with a little switch I had broken off, we started, fortunately at a walk, for I had to cling to him as best I could ; but the horse seemed to know that he was the first to carry me, and so we went over a part of the pasture, though my first ride was without saddle or bridle. Now that I was on, how was I to get off? Well, to make a long story short, I managed to guide Dick under another tree, then, swinging myself onto a limb, climbed safely to the ground. It was not long, you may be sure, before I had my second ride, then another and another, until I became so accustomed to the horse's motion that I did as they do in the circus-rode kneeling, then standing on his back. Sometimes I would lead Dick up to the side of a wall and get on him from its top. In fact, I became quite expert in mounting, and next decided to put on his bridle. After a few trials I could do this easily, for Dick helped me by putting down his head so I could slip the bridle back of his ears. This was such a help in riding that I increased his speed, until we would go at a run around the lot. Finally someone saw me and told my parents, but when they had seen how I could handle the horse they allowed me to continue to ride. I thus learned how a horse can show his affection and confidence; but I remember one incident that displayed his intelligence. One of my uncles chanced to visit us, and father spoke of my ability to ride horseback. He said he did not believe it could be possible. It happened that we were at breakfast at the time, and I heard him. I determined to convince my uncle, and, slipping away to the barn, put the halter on Dick, and, getting on his back from somewhere, started at full speed for the house. The family had just come out on the porch and I thought how I would surprise them, for I had thrown the halter reins on the horse's neck and holding on in this way was merely astride of his bare back. As we were crossing the lawn he shied at something and threw me for the first time. As I fell, I grasped the bridle, and was dragged along the ground directly under one of his fore feet. Dick could not put it down without stamping on me. He realized my danger and stopped of himself as soon as he could, but we were going so fast that he carried me nearly twenty feet-holding up the leg above me and going on the three others. When my father took me from under him, the horse actually kept his foot raised until I was safe, then put it down and began nipping grass as quietly as if nothing had occurred. It was several years after this that I had my first dog. Father gave me permission to buy one provided it was large enough to keep away thieves, who were fond of visiting the orchard and garden and helping themselves. Royal was a St. Bernard, and when I saw her at the bench show she attracted me, because she had such an expressive face. The man who owned her, of course, told me she was a fine dog, but at that time I knew little about what blood means to a dog, and when I bought her I kept the record of her pedigree more out of curiosity than anything else. She proved to be a model watch dog, but displayed so many other traits that I soon realized here was another animal not only fearless and obedient, but so intelligent that she appreciated what was done for her far more than some people appreciate acts of kindness. If I were to tell all of the stories I know about the lives of Royal and Grandma, Aunt Sarah, Baby Bylo and Baby Beautiful-her descendant's-they would fill a book. At different times we have had from fifteen to twenty men employed-some about the stables, others in the field, others on the grounds near the house. One day a field hand went into the barn on some excuse. Instead of doing his errand he sauntered into a stall, but he had been in it only a minute or so when something shaggy came in and placed itself between him and the horse. A growl warned him to leave, and he did without delay. Grandma, apparently asleep on the lawn, had seen him enter. She needed no command to watch him. Had he gone in, picked up a tool and left at once, she would probably not have stirred, for a dozen times a day the gardeners and other outside workmen went to the stables for shovels and various implements without being molested. If any of them entered the house and loitered in the kitchen to chat with the servants, they did not remain long. The dogs might not see them, but they very soon scented their presence and followed them. More than once a scratch at the kitchen door has informed Bridget and Patrick that Pat must leave and attend to the work he was neglecting. Grandma has always slept in my room, either on the floor or across the foot of the bed. One of the men employed in the house was apparently honest and trustworthy. He did his work well and I never saw him idling away his time. It was not necessary for him to go on any of the upper floors, as he slept in another building. One night, after I had retired and had fallen asleep, I was aroused by a scratching noise. Grandma was trying to pull open the door with her paw. I naturally thought of burglars and quieted her while I listened, but could not hear the slightest sound. As soon as I lay down she resumed her scratching. I opened the door and she noiselessly stole out. A minute later I heard a growl, then a cry and the sound of something falling on the upper door. I hurried up to the garret just in time to prevent Grandma from killing our "trusty "man servant, who was prowling about in the attic for some purpose. He had taken of his shoes to mule his footsteps, but the dog had heard him, and had him lay on the floor with her teeth in his coat collar.

TRAINING ANIMALS BY THEIR SIXTH SENSE

PART TWO

If we come in from a walk or ride and the dogs are thirsty, there is never any growling over the water bucket. The one who comes first has the first drink, then the next takes her turn, the others waiting patiently. So it is with their meals. No bones are snatched away. If Aunt Sarah is served first, no one growls. A friend came to the house with a mongrel dog larger than either Royal or any of her family. He at once scented them and entered the barn, where they were at dinner. Aunt Sarah chanced to drop her bone. Grabbing it in his teeth, the visitor went over into a corner. Aunt Sarah looked at him, as much as to say "You certainly have poor manners," and quietly followed. He showed his teeth as a sign for her to keep away, but before he could defend himself she had him by the throat. The bone dropped from his mouth. Then she threw him on his back, and, taking her dinner, resumed it with the rest of the family. The visiting dog did not interrupt the meal again. I might tell about how one of my friends went after a lot of our horses which had escaped from the field, and, herding them like a shepherd dog, drove them back-without my saying a word to her-though she had never been trained for it; how two of them had the only quarrel that I ever saw between my dogs-a quarrel which so affected me that I actually began to cry, when they separated at once and one of them-Baby Bylo-ran to me, and, putting her paws about my neck, licked my face with her great tongue. Such were some of the reasons that made me think it worthwhile to care for horses and dogs; but I had another motive. As a child my health had been poor, but association with Dick and Royal and her children greatly improved it. I felt I owed them a debt of gratitude. I resolved to study them further and if possible to raise types which by proper breeding would not only be strong, beautiful and intelligent, but docile and gentle in disposition. If one could develop all the better traits of a child by patience and kindness, why not a horse or dog? In our neighborhood was a stallion, which the owner said was vicious. The stallion was very handsome and almost perfectly formed. I bought him and began treating him by a new method. I went into his stall, stroked him and by degrees forced him to realize that I was his friend-not his enemy. Then I turned him over to one of my most careful drivers, who harnessed him and tried to get him to draw a light road wagon. The first day he was two hours in going a mile, balking and backing almost continually, but he was coaxed-not whipped. The second day he was much more tractable. In a year he was "broken "as I wanted him, and now he is one of the surest and best roadsters in my stable, although a stallion. I secured another stallion, also very spirited-in fact, a magnificent animal. When I spoke about placing the two in adjacent stalls, horsemen told me it was dangerous. "It's bad enough," said one, "to have the two in the same building, for they will kill each other if they can get loose. A stallion is like a wild beast if he knows another is around.'' I did not take the advice and they became next door neighbors. I made King Alar my friend as I had made Darmon. I went in and out of their stalls as freely as if I were visiting Dick. True, at first they sniffed and pawed some, but kind treatment, plenty of exercise and proper feeding made of them friends instead of enemies -such friends that I have seen them stand head to head, one licking the other's face. I drive them about the country with as little difficulty as if they were so-called "ladies' horses." I soon learned that my little colts needed attention and affection just the same as Royal's puppies-that I could do some things for them which it was impossible for their mothers to do. When they should have more nourishment than they could get naturally, many a one have I fed with a spoon until instinct told it how to drink its milk from the pail? As soon as they are born, I see that they have plenty of warm covering. There are a score of duties one can perform to aid mother and baby, just as the human mother is aided, but the animal mothers are very different from some human mothers-not a bit jealous when I put my arms about their children and fondle them. In this way they become Beautiful's first litter. When " Beauty," as we call her for short, left them for a little exercise or to get something to eat, in stepped Grandma or Aunt Sarah to lick them all over and cuddle them up warmly under her long hair, glad to play nurse until mother returned. Had a stranger gone in the box when any of the dogs were there, I don't think his life would have been worth much, but I have, never had a paw lifted against me, as playful and friendly as kittens, and that fear of people, which so often makes it difficult to harness a young horse, passes away. The colts are "broken in "at their birth. And what do their mothers think? Often I have had one put her nose over my shoulder, by this caress showing her approval. I have helped hundreds of little ones through the first days of babyhood, but never have I known the mother to act ugly toward me in any way. And it is the same with my dogs. St. Bernards are peculiar in their love for their puppies. Not only father and mother, but the whole family will look after the babies, protect them and fight for them with their lives if necessary. I remember well Baby though I brought up the babies partly on the bottle. They know how I feel toward them- not by what I have done, but by their sixth sense. We speak of the wonderful accuracy of a dog's scent and of the marvelous vision of a bird. Is it so strange, then, that animals should have the ability to know by instinct who are their friends and who are their enemies? I believe not only dogs, but horses of high breeding, have this sense. Time and again I have seen them show it by actions which proved their possession of it. They are different from us, especially in the fact that they never disguise their true feeling. They display aversion or fondness by their manner, and I am convinced that they detect one's true character by observing mannerisms which we fail to see. Because they have this sixth sense, I believe they can be trained, or rather educated, by developing it, instead of using force, and that this is the only right way to bring out what is best in them. The success I have attained is due to the fact that perhaps I have realized more than others the value of this sense so peculiar to animals.

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