
HI, I'M LAYNE
AND I TRAIN DOGS FOR
REAL LIFE




MEET LAYNE
Real-life dog trainer. Labrador sidekick. Calm home advocate.
Hey, I'm Layne - dog trainer, chaos-tamers, and the heart behind Train With Layne.
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I Work with familes who are tired of feeling like they're surviving their dog instead of enjoying life with them. And I get it, my own dog Moose (a red lab with a flair for drama) is the reason I started this business in the first place. He sent me on a mission to figure out how to raise a dog I could actually live with.
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Over the years, I have trained with some of the most respected names in the industry like the Monks of New Skete, Kane9 Dog Training, and Walking Dog Training. I took bits of brilliance from each to shape my own calm, clear, real-world approach. I have trained hundreds of dogs.
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But here's the part that makes my programs different:
I don't run your dog through a bootcamp in a warehouse. I train them right here, in my family home.
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That means your dog learns how to live in a house just like yours. Around real-life distractions. Amazon deliveries, kids yelling, chickens pecking around - you know, real life.
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Because lets be real: your dog isn't just going to sit and stay in a training bubble. You need them to chill in the kitchen. Walk past the neighbor's dog without losing it. Come when called in the yard. Be a dog you can actually live with.
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So whether your dog is anxious, wild, reactive, or just lacking manners, my goal is to help you feel like you've got your life back and your dogs got a future that works in your world.
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A few fun facts about me:
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I live in Brighton, MI with my husband Gene, our son Alex, and our red labrador Moose
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I train dogs in my actual home, not a warehouse. It is lived-in, a little chaotic, and perfect for teaching real-life manners
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I have backyard chickens that are braver than a lot of these dogs
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I am a terrible gardener. I do read crime novels on the porch while pretending I might someday garden.
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When I am not training, you'll find me out hiking with Gene, sipping on another coffee, or singing "Hop Little Bunnies" to Alex for the umpteenth time.