By Erin Sherbert
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If Hamilton can discover which genes are connected to mental disorders in dogs, then his results can eventually be translated into human terms, and give medical researchers leads on gene therapies to treat disorders like anxiety. But in the short term, his research will be discussed mostly by the dog world of owners, trainers, and breeders. His work will become part of an ongoing argument about "crazy dogs," and whether they're a result of innate genetic defects or flawed upbringing and training. While Hamilton stresses that the answer is never simply one or the other, it seems clear that he'll prove that there is indeed a strong genetic component in dog behavior disorders. What's not yet clear is what the repercussions will be.
In the next few years, the dog world will have to find its way through the dense, tangled nature-versus-nurture debates that tied human psychiatry in knots over the past decades. Dog owners will argue over whether psychotropic drugs are miracle cures or just shortcuts for the lazy owner; already veterinarians are seeing the dawning of Doggie Prozac Nation.
Hamilton expects that there will be fierce resistance to the idea that training is not the ultimate answer to bad behavior in dogs. "Have you seen the Dog Whisperer, on TV?" he asks. "The idea is, by force of will, you can always get a dog to do what you want. If you can't, then the owner must have done something wrong." Similarly, he says, human psychiatrists long refused to believe that some people were born with an inherited risk of developing mental illness, and blamed the patients' environments. "Stereotypically, the idea was, it's the mother's fault," Hamilton says. "In the dog world, the idea is that it's all the owner's fault. My vet colleague jokes that they're about 20 years behind us."
When Chang got ready for bed that first night, Solo got nervous; he began pacing around the bedroom and whining. Then she turned off the light, and he started to howl a high-pitched scream, the sound of acute distress.
She turned the light back on, sat up, and looked at him. He stopped pacing and crying, and looked back. She turned off the light and lay down. He started to howl again. "Dear God!" thought Chang.
Soon she discovered that if she talked to Solo, he would settle down on the floor. But he wouldn't fall asleep, and he wouldn't let her stop talking. After about four hours, "I kind of ran out of things to talk about," she says, so she started singing to him. That's where Madonna came in. But he wouldn't let her stop singing: "He'd wake up and start howling, and then I'd sing something else it just kept going like that all night," she says.
Chang would soon realize that her pup had full-blown separation anxiety, which explained his nighttime anxiety in a weird way. "He was afraid to be alone, and I guess when I went to sleep, it was like I was going away in his mind," says Chang.
The next day, she brought Solo to the University of Pennsylvania with her; she was a graduate student studying physical anthropology and evolutionary biology. Her little Pomeranian had gone to school every day, either waiting patiently in Chang's shared office or grinning and wagging through classes. Chang hoped Solo would do the same. She brought him to the office, introduced him to her office mate, and took off for class. "Five minutes later my adviser came to get me and said, "Your dog is wigging out!'" she says.
Over the following days, Chang began to understand the severity of Solo's problems. She set up a tape recorder in her apartment and left to see what happened in her absence: Solo started screaming 30 seconds after the door clicked shut, and didn't stop for the 45-minute duration of the tape. She skipped work to stay with him, and either skipped classes or brought him along although that wasn't ideal, either, since he'd sometimes sit up and start howling for no obvious reason. "It was really disruptive to my graduate school career," she says wryly.
It was more than Chang had bargained for. She e-mailed the man who had passed Solo on to her. "This dog is crazy!" she wrote indignantly. The man wrote back making "the appropriate noises" about how much he hoped it would work out but he didn't offer to take Solo back.
Meanwhile, advice was coming in from all sides. One common opinion was that Solo was just a bad dog. He was the wrong dog for her. There was something defective about him. He should be put to sleep. "You will get tons of positive reinforcement if you decide to kill your dog," Chang says. Another refrain was that she should find an "animal communicator" to get some insight into Solo's mental state, a suggestion that the science-minded Chang didn't take seriously. But she couldn't help wishing that a medium could whisper into Solo's ear, and get answers in return. "The first thing I would have asked is, "What the hell is the matter with you?'" she says.