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The Bark Side Chronicles: (Chapter 2) Dog Training In Progress

Updated: Aug 20

Jedi Wisdom from My Dog



Sit Happens: Why Patience Is a Virtue I Learned from My Vizsla



A wise puppy Jedi Master skillfully wields a tennis ball lightsaber, ready to share canine insights from the Bark Side Chronicles.
A wise puppy Jedi Master skillfully wields a tennis ball lightsaber, ready to share canine insights from the Bark Side Chronicles.


Meet Milo Jay the Hungarian Vizsla: The Velcro Rocket with a Heart of Gold


Affectionate doesn’t quite cover it. All dogs are capable of forming bonds with their owners. However a Vizsla is on a whole other level usually forming a lifelong bond and unwavering loyalty with one person. Often going into deep depression when separated these dogs have a rollercoaster of emotions.


Vizslas are often nicknamed “Velcro dogs” because they must be near their humans—preferably on top of them—at all times. If you sit, they will sit on you. If you stand, they’ll lean against your leg like it’s home base. They’re sensitive, sweet, and wildly in tune with your emotions—think canine therapy wrapped in a Red Bull.


But they’re also incredibly high-energy. Left unstimulated, a Vizsla will not meditate. It will redecorate your home with its teeth. Mental and physical exercise aren’t optional; they’re oxygen.


Lets explore how this impacts our story here at The Bark Side Chronicles.




Sit Happens: Why Patience Is a Virtue I Learned from My Vizsla


They say patience is a virtue. I say patience is a survival skill—especially when you live with a Vizsla.


If you’ve never met one of these high-octane red rockets in the flesh, imagine a dog built like an Olympian, fueled by espresso, and emotionally powered by your attention. Vizslas don’t sit; they vibrate. At least, that’s how mine started out. Sit? Only if I had a chunk of jerky in one hand and a squirrel hostage in the other.


Training my Vizsla to sit wasn’t just a command—it was a masterclass in letting go, tuning in, and learning to laugh when nothing goes as planned. At first, I thought he was the one who needed discipline. Spoiler alert: it was me.



Sitting Still Is Hard—For Both of Us


The first time I tried teaching him to sit, it felt like trying to nail Jell-O to a tree. He’d hover near the ground, hover away, spin, yip, and look at me like I had personally offended his ancestors. If he did sit, it was like watching a toddler pretend to sleep—one eye cracked open, muscles twitching, ready to spring.


And then came The Great Park Fail.

I decided, in my infinite optimism, to take our training public—to the park, during peak dog-walking hour. Bad idea. The goal? A simple sit before crossing the path. The result? A full-blown Zoomie Festival. He lunged, barked, tangled himself in the leash, and somehow managed to trip a jogger. I think I blacked out somewhere around the part where he leapt into a mud puddle like it was a slip-n-slide.


Needless to say, we didn’t get the sit. But I did get a big helping of humility, along with a generous side of wet socks and public embarrassment.



A high-energy dog joyfully leaps through the air, ready to dive into the mud with ears flapping and pure excitement.
A high-energy dog joyfully leaps through the air, ready to dive into the mud with ears flapping and pure excitement.



The Pause Is Where the Magic Happens - The Bark Side Chronicles (Dog Training)


There’s a quiet half-second before a Vizsla decides to obey. That brief moment between chaos and calm. For my dog, it’s when his ears flick back, his eyes soften, and you can almost see the gears turning: “Okay, maybe I’ll try this ‘sit’ nonsense. But only because you asked nicely.”


I began to cherish that pause more than the sit itself. It was the moment he trusted me. And I realized that in my own life, I rush through those pauses all the time—between work and home, messages and meetings, action and reaction.


My Vizsla taught me that the pause is where the connection happens. Where growth sneaks in. Where patience is born.



Patience Isn’t Passive—It’s a Practice


I used to think patience meant waiting around until something changed. Turns out, it’s more like a muscle—one that burns if you use it too long, but gets stronger with repetition. Training my Vizsla wasn’t about doing nothing. It was about doing less of the wrong things and more of the right ones—quiet encouragement, consistent cues, and learning to celebrate the small wins.


And then, one ordinary morning in our backyard, it happened. The Breakthrough.

No fanfare. No bribes. I gave the command, and he just... sat. Like it was no big deal. Like we hadn’t spent weeks doing the canine version of emotional negotiations.

I didn’t cheer. I didn’t throw a party. I just smiled and whispered, “Good boy.” And in that quiet moment, I felt more connected to him—and myself—than I had in a long time.



Sit Happens… Eventually


One of the great ironies of dog training is that the very thing you’re trying to teach often shows up when you stop pushing. Like life, progress never comes in a straight line. It zigs, it zags, it barks at butterflies.


But then, one day, in the middle of a distraction-filled walk, I said “sit” almost mindlessly routine—and to my surprise he did. Instantly. Calmly. Proudly. It was such a clean, easy moment, I almost couldn't believe it. Not because it was flawless, but because it was earned. What I have been eagerly waiting for has just been been granted to me because he understood me. And began to understand him.



A serene dog sits gracefully amidst a tranquil natural landscape, exuding patience and calm under the warm glow of a setting sun.
A calm canine Jedi meditates in tranquil forest surroundings, embodying peace and wisdom in its traditional robes.



Final Thoughts: The Sit Heard Round the Block


In the end, “sit” became more than a command—it became a metaphor. For slowing down. For staying grounded. For not jumping at every impulse, even when that impulse has feathers.


My Vizsla, in all his stubborn, brilliant energy, has taught me more about patience than any self-help book ever could. He didn’t just learn to sit—I learned to breathe, to wait, and to trust that growth doesn’t always show up on my schedule.


So if you’re feeling stuck, overwhelmed, or like everything’s moving too fast, remember: Sit happens. Eventually. And when it does? It’s worth every muddy pawprint on your pants—and every lesson learned along the way.




A joyful dog in a blue sweater joyfully sprints through a snowy yard, playfully clutching a colorful toy during its energetic zoomies.


Milo Doing His Daily Zoomies
A joyful dog in a blue sweater joyfully sprints through a snowy yard, playfully clutching a colorful toy during its energetic zoomies.

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