You thought of Cesar Millan last week when you found your couch chewed open and gutted, like a tauntaun on Hoth. You thought of him the other day when your pup slipped his collar and ran directly into oncoming traffic, causing a comical chain-reaction of swerves and spin-outs. You thought of him again, just yesterday, when you caught your pooch lifting a 20 from your purse. Your dog is a misfit. A cretin. And you’re not able to be angry because, well: You’re the human, and Dog Whisperer fans know that they’re to blame for all of this. Millan has a shaman-like quality that canines respond to, and in every short house visit seems able to magically mend the frictional human/dog relationship. Soon, dogs who refused to walk on asphalt are playing hopscotch. Canines who once terrified visitors are dressed as butlers, serving tea and taking coats. It’s probably some frequency that only Millan can tap in to, but let’s pretend we all can too when Cesar speaks at the Winspear (2403 Flora St.) at 8 p.m. on Thursday. There’s a Q and A, so go prepared. Visit attpac.org.
Thu., May 30, 2013