Apparently, I'm in my bad guy era. So naturally, I thought I'd pick a fight with one of Britain's best-known dog trainers. Excellent. Small independent dog trainer from South Wales takes on Dogs Behaving (Very) Badly. This should end well. Except there's a slight problem. I'd never actually watched the programme. Not until complete strangers started telling me I was doing everything completely wrong. Apparently, I needed to watch Dogs Behaving (Very) Badly. Apparently, the presenter knew...

I'd like to make something very clear before we begin. I'm not defending anybody here, Far from it. I'm trying to understand the world we live in. When I don't understand something, I feel a need to learn about it. I've been thinking about masculinity recently. Not in the usual internet sense. Not “men are terrible.” Not “men are under attack.” Something considerably more complicated. It started with a film. More specifically, Hutch Mansell. If you've seen "Nobody", you'll know the...

Apparently, I'm corrupting your dog with cheese. “You're bribing your dog!” “Yes, Karen, and yours is harassing that lady with the pram.” There. I've said it. Apparently, using food to train a dog is one of the great moral failures of modern dog ownership. Somewhere along the way, giving a dog something they actually value for doing something we've asked them to do became bribery. Apparently, I'm not a dog trainer. I'm a corrupt influence. A canine crime lord. Running some sort of underground...