The video attracts a lot of very stupid comments. People are insistent that Millan is a fraud and their arguments are all stupid and show that they don't have it in them to think as dogs do.
We don't see what happens next in the video. The result can be weeks off in the future through several similar tribulations. Eventually though it is the dog's owner and not Caesar Millan who must take over as leader of the pack. If he cannot do that or is unwilling then the dog is in for real trouble. The owner must forget whatever happened in the past to the dog to cause its food related aggressive behavior, all that matters is the here and now and forcing the dog to regard him as god. Eventually through similar training the dog will go "here, take it. It's yours"
That is my opinion and nothing you can say will shake it.
I had two Belgian sheepdogs adopted past their puppy phases. The first one took forever to come around to me. She kept her distance as kidnapped victim. She wouldn't play. She didn't acknowledge any kind of toy. She wouldn't accept petting. She was a drag for a very long time, nearly a full year. Ugly besides. She had a very long gangly teenage phase. Finally she came around and we had a blast together. She developed into a gorgeous little princess. Rather small for her breed and delicate. She wore her thin chain collar as a necklace.
The second Belgian sheepdog was more like a trans, her behavior far less delicate. She behaved more as a male dog plus she was bigger, more powerful, more strong willed. I was unwilling to wait for her to come around so I forced it. Immediately I taught her I am the boss. And that means of everything.
I did to her what mother dogs do to each of their pups. It's actually the most important lesson dogs learn, very young, to submit, and she never had this lesson. The mother dog grabs each of her pups by the neck and forces them into the ground showing them dominance to the point of killing them until they submit for their life. That's what I did to her. I grabbed her neck and forced into the ground until she stopped struggling and submitted.
That was step one.
Then she avoided me. So I coaxed her in then grabbed her and held on tightly so she couldn't escape by struggling and held on until she exhausted her strength, and she was very strong for a dog. When she finally submitted I kept holding on and squeezed even harder to show her I have reserve strength, even more power, that I can kill her. Her life is in my hands. I did this about three or four, possibly five times.
The last time a friend was visiting, the new dog avoiding me, I grabbed her and did that double squeezing bit, and she flew out of my arms, spun around and looked back at me like she's looking at the devil, and my visiting friend regarded me differently thereafter. That incident became a story he told afterwards about how I'm a complete nutter handling my new dog. I heard him relate that a few times. I told him that I'm unwilling to wait for her to come around like the previous one. (The second one actually, this was the 3rd Belgian, not the second, the first was a pup) I said then, "Laugh all you like, come around later and she'll be jumping into my arms.
And that was the case. She jumped into my arms too much, actually. I then had to train her that we'll have a spot designated for that. Her power spot, a step down from the carpeted living room into the onetime porch redesigned into a greenhouse with a different industrial carpet. That transitional architectural step down became the place where I'd give her 5 to 10 minutes of pure one on one attention every day, telling her how gorgeous she is. All I would do is sit on that step and from wherever she was in the yard she'd come flying and literally cannonball into my arms. Forcefully. POW! "Pet me, and tell me I'm gorgeous!"
Ex.2 Toni saw all this and wanted a Belgian. I picked up an incredible young dog. Man, I would have loved to own the dog that I found for her. A young male that took me for leader of the pack immediately. He was the most beautiful Belgian I've ever seen. And I mean it. I took him for walks around the neighborhood while I had him for two weeks before driving him to Atlanta. He heeled perfectly right off. The best I've ever seen. Anywhere, even at obedience shows. He crowded a bit, actually. He'd have points knocked off for that. He would not leave my side. He was interested in things happening around but he would not pull and no danger of taking off. None. If he could attach himself to my side permanently then he would have. We were buds. Instantly.
While he was so strong willed in dog terms. He walked right through the screen door to get to me. Still a pup, he had my mature female completely cowered, herself very strong willed. He was larger and even more fully coated. He had the coat of a black lion. All he did was glance back at her and she fell back so that he could be petted and not her. I had to tie him up to pet my own dog and he did not like that one bit. My attention must go to him.
On the way to Georgia he'd get loose out of anything I tried to constrain him while I went into a restaurant or wherever I stopped along the way. Then stay right there at the car. We should have named him Houdini. There will be no abandoning of the dog along the route. All stops along the way he stayed right at my side. Tennessee has beautiful rest stops where I walked him off leash and he wouldn't wander beyond my side. He wouldn't run around and play. He stayed right there at my side the entire way there.
But Toni couldn't handle him. She wrote me that she had to give him away. Toni just couldn't take on the attitude of top dog of the pack. In her mind it was always a situation of delicate refined woman in possession of a too willful dog. She wrote of the impressive things the dog did, escape the garage with its multiple latches and locks, roam the neighborhood and drag logs with mushrooms growing, things with interesting smells, stealing things from people's porches and bringing them home. She couldn't control him. She couldn't teach him. He was too much for her. Toni simply could not become the leader of their little two member pack, rather, the dog was leader of their little pack and became no end of trouble for her so that whole effort failed. Had she just shown the dog physically and directly that she could kill him then all those problems would evaporate but Toni just didn't have it in her. She thinks like a human and not like a dog.