If your dog smells your genitals, it means the following

Ouadie Rhabbouron

You may be tempted to scold your dog when he becomes too friendly with a guest, but this can be counterproductive.

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Pets Dogs don't really understand why you're upset, which can cause confusion and stress. Instead, try redirecting your dog's sniffing habits to more appropriate activities. Here are some fun ways to stimulate your dog's nose:

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By giving your dog the opportunity to satisfy his nose, you reduce the chance of him focusing on the private areas of guests.

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2. Teach him a new trick

A good way to prevent your dog from sniffing your guests' groins is to teach him to greet you more politely.

Dr. Sperry recommends repeating the "sit" command when guests arrive. This simple trick will keep your dog occupied and help prevent awkward situations. You can also teach your dog a more polite greeting, like a high five. Here's how:

First, make sure your dog is comfortable giving high fives.

Ask a friend to sneak in.
Teach your dog to high five.
Reward your dog with a treat when he responds correctly.

Remember: When your dog sniffs your crotch, he's not being rude – he's just trying to learn more about you.

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