Today, I went head to head with a beast, an atrociously ill-mannered mutt named Mongo. His owner, a burly, brusque businessman named Bohan rivaled my own audacious demeanor. We encountered one another at the poker table. After a firm disagreement over final bets, I challenged Bohan.
“I bet I can transform your pet from wild beast to obedient servant,” I announced, relishing the shared laughter of the room. Bohan, with a brash grin, agreed excitedly, truly, “A thousand dollars says you can’t.”
The strategy? Simple, yet effective. It was part hustle, part hard work, and entirely drawn from the teachings of the Diamond K9 school of dog training. The beauty of this method lay in employing the hustle with something as seemingly straightforward as dog training; it was in the fine details unknown to an untrained eye.
Step one: Challenging and changing the dog’s mindset. Dogs, like us, are creatures of habit. Breaking the cycle of bad behavior was essential. This was where my earlier observation played a vital role. I had noticed that Bohan, in his dealings with the dog, often vacillated between frustration and nurturing leniency – a strategy bound to confuse poor Mongo. I insisted on steady, consistent, firm instruction.
Step two: Apply consequences to bad behavior. Dog trainers never recommend this, and it’s why they fail, and why Bohan was so confident that I couldn’t succeed. He’d never seen a dog trainer get actual results before, because none of them care about dogs enough to apply effective consequences and turn the dog into a happy, socially well-adjusted citizen. Most dog trainers are swindlers… just like people say I am.
Step three: Rewarding good behavior. Every small success was rewarded, again manipulating standard conditioning techniques to appear revolutionary. Each tail-wag, each obedient sit, all attributed to the ‘great Diablo Pororo.’
The clock ticked away two hours, and to my gleeful satisfaction, Mongo began to respond. The once wild, unmanageable canine was showing signs of discipline. Progress was slow but steady. Mong was following responses, reacting to distractions, visibly more obedient. The final and most significant display was getting Mongo to respond to my command, ‘sit,’ in front of his astonished owner.
Bohan, with disbelief sketched all over his face, grudgingly handed over the thousand dollars. The room erupted in cheer, half in shock and the other in amusement. The beast had been conquered, the hustle had been successful. This was not the first time nor the last when I’ll be incorporating these mind games into my bets. It was something uniquely ‘Diablo’; Betting on the extraordinary and delivering even more so.
The reality was that it was simple psychology paired with calculated distraction. The rest just chalked up to the over-exaggerated art of illusion, dangling the impossible in front of the unsuspecting folk, and then pulling the proverbial rabbit out of the hat – or, in this case, an obedient dog out of a restless mongrel. It was a game, as all things were to your beloved Diablo Pororo, and one where the house, in this case, the hustler, always wins.