Aggressiveness in Dog Owners…by Lisa Harmon

It seems there’s a huge fight about crate training these days. Some seem to think it’s cruel and done just to temporarily “get rid of” a dog when the owner feels lazy. Huh? First it’s the “food fights” people get in an uproar about, then it’s the choice of leash or training equipment that sets off WW3. Now it’s crates?

It’s amazing to me how wild-eyed hateful dog people can get. Really. If it was our dogs fighting about food or territory, we’d be all over the problem; not to worsen it, but solve it and re-establish a respectful, harmonious relationship. Right? But for some reason we seem to think it’s okay for dog owners to be aggressive to each other, to snarl and bite at each other.

So here’s my thoughts: there is more than one “right” way to raise a child, cook a turkey, treat an injury, and feed a dog. So the heck what if someone chooses a food that has grains in it or decides to feed raw. What gives you or me any right to jump them for it? What difference does it make to me what you feed or what you do with your dog when you have to leave them alone?

One of the things I’ve discovered having service dogs, and I hear it all the time from other SD owners, is that humans seem to think dogs are public property. Some folks go so far as to get miffed and fussy if they aren’t allowed to pet your service dog. It seems they also get miffed if they aren’t allowed to tell you what to feed and how to train your dog. I will try to tell you why a food or training technique is potentially unsafe, but it’s not my right to demand you feed a specific diet or I’ll take a chunk outta ya.

As for crate training, the complaints against it run along the lines of “it’s not comforting, it’s prison”, or “they develop behavior problems from the un-enriched environment”, or the “owner is too selfish”. All of those have the underlying assumption that the dog is left in a crate for extended periods. And another assumption that I totally reject is that the owner who crates doesn’t ever provide an enriched environment, exercise, and interaction to counter the effects of extended crating.

Are there some people who don’t provide play, exercise, and interaction after uncrating the dog? Sure. There are still people who put their dogs permanently on a chain in the backyard too. There are puppy mills. There are animal abusers without question in the world. Does that mean everyone that doesn’t do what you do is abusing their dog? Of course not.

First, some people work. Not everyone can afford doggie day care or ask their mother in law to keep the dog during the day. Second, a dog that is trained to go in a crate to sleep, to have down time, and to have a little private space is not being punished or imprisoned. Third, some dogs will be destructive if left uncrated when alone, doing potentially life threatening things like eating garbage or medicine.

Someone else’s dog is not yours to dictate about, and we have desperately skewed what is abuse and what isn’t. We humans of late have also greatly exaggerated the importance and expertise of our own opinions in just about everything. So I am hoping that doggie people, all people really (ever talk politics?) just calm down and try to regain a reasonable perspective. And remember that dogs are not public property.

Good Advice and Bad Attitudes…by Lisa Harmon

Bigger boy getting a nap!

Levi’s vet check Monday went well: bladder infection’s gone, the ears are cleared up, and no worms. He’s 27.2 pounds now, and has had his first Heartguard dose!

He met several nice people in the lobby, and liked getting the attention. And my nephew came over to do his laundry again. No barks and fusses this time! A tad of submissive peeing, but not much. He couldn’t get enough petting, nor give enough kisses.

We worked on some off leash “come” in the back yard, and hooray he did great! Levi’s always been pretty good about it naturally, but I need to be more consistent about clicking and rewarding him for coming whether I call him or not. That would cement the habit alot better.

The xpen is working–he only had to be put in it for the growly/bite n bleed once Monday night. I did put him in it two other times, before he got really frustrated in hopes that 15 or 20 seconds would pre-empt an outburst from him. Most of the time now I only have to rattle the expen to remind him, and I can actually see him deciding if the grab and tear it up is worth it.

I’m glad something is going to help actually stop it, and since I still haven’t gotten the tether I ordered priority shipping last week, it’s going back. I was starting to feel “WTHeck”, am I defective or something, can’t stop this behavior?! I KNOW about raising puppies, having plenty of experience.

Which brings me to a very important point: trainers and people whose blanket response is to say the problem is always the person, and never the dog. The “any dog can be trained but you’re an idiot” kind of people.

We’ve all encountered them, so superior and dismissive. They do way more harm than good, because the owner feels to foolish to keep asking around for a solution that works for them.

I want to remind such trainers that even THEY own or encounter client dogs THEY can’t always improve. If they haven’t yet, they will.

I was lucky to have gotten good advice from Laurie Luck at Smart Dog University, and a few other people. But the majority of responses I got when I asked were kind of snotty and condescending. People skills are just as important to a dog trainer as doggie skills.

Now I’m no novice when it comes to puppies, so I know what’s normal and what isn’t, and I know how to deal with most all the usual “puppy stuff”, but way too many people responded to me like I’m an idiot or a bad owner.

So if you encounter these folks, before you give up and live with a problem, or worse yet give up on the dog…remember a dog’s behavior isn’t personal. They aren’t trying to distress you, nor is it always your fault.

You may have to make a few changes in how you interact with your dog, but that’s okay. We all need to learn and grow. If one technique doesn’t work for you after a reasonable period, try another. I’m always surprised with how negative and judgemental a “positive” trainer can be with humans.

Tell the rigid “my way only” and “I’m better than you” folks to take a hike. Odds are, they’ve not yet had a dog they couldn’t deal with yet, which believe me, can humble a person pretty fast. A trainer like Laurie is amazing, and sadly, outnumbered.

Pay No Attention, I’m Working…by Lisa Harmon

his majesty, Kenai 18 mo

Can’t we do something fun for a change? Kenai 18 mo

My brother passed away early Monday morning, so the crating, playless days and weird schedules will soon be over for the boys.  They’ve had it for 4 weeks now. The funeral and burial will be next Monday, held up by the holiday weekend–the military cemetery isn’t doing services this Friday.

So it appears that one more week of weirdness and we get to return to our normal routines. The boys’ve held up better than expected, but hardly took it in stride. Kenai especially. He’s lost a bit of weight, had less than perfect poo, threw up once…you get the idea.

He’s giving me trouble about eating again. Heat, stress, and lack of normal exercise is the culprit. And with Norm coming Saturday to stay with us through the funeral…Norm is a big man, with a big voice, and even the remnants of our routine will go awry until Tuesday.

So I really have to find the strength to get the boys out for their exercise this weekend. Indoor play won’t cut it. Don’t know how, but I have to get ‘em out or deal with an overly excited pair of boobies. At least we’ve gotten a break with the heat–we’re out of triple digits and back to around 90 degrees.

Braggin time: the boys are getting used to fireworks. They hear it, and sit up, but I say “just some fireworks”, and they lay back down. Yay! I don’t have to deal with panicked pups on top of Norm and the unusual routine.

Distractions and goofy games make up for alot of stress. One very welcome distraction is their new “special bones”: Kenai regularly goes to his crate and gives me the extra pretty sit in hopes I’ll pull it out and let him chew.

He only gets the really special stuff in his crate, that way it’s not just the place he gets dumped when we leave him. He happily situates himself in his crate from time to time, for no particular reason, and he doesn’t give me any trouble about crating when I have to leave. Guess I got lucky!

I really should give the boys more toy time attention. Kenai mooches for attention, but most of the time I essentially wimp out and just lay around trying to rest. Bad momma. He needs the interaction, so it’s kick myself in the rump time.

He has been enjoying our naps on “Grammy bed”. She has a king size waterbed, and he tries to convince me we should sleep there at night too. He loves that bed. He can roll over on his back and it gives just enough that it semi-props him up.

I call it “free-style flaking out”, since he doesn’t need the back of the couch to stay up. He can just let things all fall where they will and go fast asleep upside down.  He’s not a big snorer thankfully. I’ve had Danes that rattled the windows.

Some days I swear he has lion genes. He likes the head rubbing how lions do, he sleeps on his back like lions, he leans on his shoulder how lions do, he swats and roughhouses how lion cubs do, he has a strong chase drive…they day he mooches for antelope meat I get his DNA tested!

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For some reason, my blogroll is vanished and I don’t know why. It’s listed on my admin page, but doesn’t show up on the blog. There’s folks to visit, durn it! I’ll work on it and see what my wonky brain can figure out.

And a comment from Jade http://greatdanesd.wordpress.com/ was that she knew Talos the Great Dane pup in SD training http://smartdog.typepad.com/smart_dog/ back when he was called Axle!  Talos and Katie were both bred at the Service Dog Project, which breeds Danes for assistance dog work.

Katie is becoming quite the smooth customer, and ever so suave! She’s an Atlantic City veteran now, taking most everything in stride that the general public can dish out. What a good girl, that Katie. She’s having more problems with the public than some dogs; kids trying to pet her, adults interrupting her work for a q&a.

So ya’ll tell everyone you know: don’t disturb a service dog team. You may like dogs and find it amazing what they can do for us, but an SD needs to concentrate. Working with an assistance animal isn’t as easy as it looks! Not to mention that the handler may not have time or feel like talking.

As much as I like to talk and answer questions, I must admit sometimes it can become bothersome being stopped every few feet by the curious. When I’m tired, being held up on every aisle can become difficult for me, and make my day harder. No one intends to cause me problems, but sometimes the attention does.

It hasn’t been an issue for me lately, not vesting Kenai and taking him inside with me much. He’s not been up to it too often. I’m hoping that will change soon. If not, I at least have a sweetie to love, though it wasn’t all I had wanted.

Another admission along those lines is that I’ve been frustrated with our total lack of progress the past year. At 19 mo, Kenai should be close to removing the “in training” patch, but we are back to relearning the most basic habits any companion dog needs. We were farther along at 16 weeks!

It points out one very, very, uber-important part of training a service dog: the entire household is involved. When I bought Kenai, our environment was stable and relaxed. It wasn’t long though, before other people made a hard job nearly impossible.

All of a sudden, instead of being supportive or at least neutral when the training began, my family went half bonkers. (They were dysfunctional to start with…) So I “blame” Mom some for how poorly the training has gone, but not in a judgmental way. 

Mom wasn’t in a place emotionally where she could make better decisions than she did; allowing my late brother to move in with all his problems, and not treating a deepening depression that resulted. With Mike’s death, the depression is expectedly worse now.

All the instability of 08, and the sudden demands on me, made training Kenai extremely difficult. Had that not occured, I believe we’d be in a much better state, he and I. The stress also contributed mightily to his health problems and mine.

I’m actually not whining: the real problem was allowing myself to be helpless about what happened in my home. My home wasn’t in my control, and Mom just wasn’t capable of asserting her control over what her house was like. I was subject to the consequences of her decisions, good or bad. 

I had no where else to go and no way to support myself. So this never happens again, I’ve applied for SSI. The independence of my own income would have given me the ability to move: to control the situation Kenai and I lived and trained in. I don’t want to be completely at the mercy of other people’s decisions again. 

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Next week I call our trainer Lisa to start up again! The boys have such fun with her. I think I’ll start with just Kenai, out in public. I’d like to get the loose leash nailed down yet again, without the gentle leader.

He’s very much acting the mature Dane, much calmer and even controllable with critters in the field. I haven’t used the gentle leader in the field for weeks–no leash breaks. I’ve had to use it at the vet, and sometimes when we go inside places.

He hates the thing, but I can’t have him pull on me, no matter how enticing the other puppy. He’s a showstopper, too, my beautiful boy. That means he draws attention. His size often dictates who approaches him (only the brave or past Dane owners)!

No, really, he either draws folks or repels them based on his giant body and cropped ears. He can give a play bow and still make people run! *grin* (nobody’s run off yet). With his harness and bright red vest on, few folks don’t figure out that he’s got a job to do.  

I really wish I had those strong shoulders right now, but he’s not ready. The long and unobtrusive down/stays are aways off just yet. Mom’s certain we’ll “get there”, I’m not, but we’ll see who’s right in the next few months.

The big test will be a doctor’s visit: I absolutely must go to Cleveland this year, a 15 hour drive each way, with a stay in a hotel, and totally unfamiliar surroundings. I’m half tempted to talk Lisa into going with us! If Boy can handle that, I’ll do a happy dance and never worry again.

Well, not my best post, didn’t have time to edit much. But I need to get something up today, so you don’t think we’ve disappeared. Next one will be better!

Ambush Puppy…by Lisa Harmon

BB peeking 16 mo

Heeerree’sss BB! 18 mo old

Sometimes I like to get pics of BB up, and since I haven’t finished tinkering with any of Kenai’s pics this week, today was a perfect opportunity. He’s just popped out from behind the miscanthus, playing ring around the rosie with me.

He had a big day yesterday too, little BB; he went to the vet with me in the afternoon (oh how I miss my naps). He’s 120 pounds, up a bit, and the vet agrees he feels more deep muscle groups than he did last time. The only icky was the thermometer in his behind–everything else was just hanging out while I talked to the vet.

BB’s hormones turned out normal, so I can’t tease Mom that he’ll go through menopause when he’s neutered. Shucks. No girlie-clothes shopping for BB either, boo-hoo. Mom would say ‘oh hush’ right about now!

Then Beebs went to the puppy store! We didn’t buy anything, but he wandered all over for a short time. We had some peek a boo games, and find me, and get your tushie, then he settled himself on a mat to watch the goings on in the street. After the nervousness of the vet visit, he enjoyed this.

Of course Kenai wasn’t keen on being left while I went off with little bro…but he got his car ride that morning. Nothing special, but it was a car ride with me AND his “grammy”. Happy! With my brother in the hospital, he’s been crated more this week than ever before, and it’s hard on him.

Hard enough in fact that he’s lost 4 pounds and has too soft poo. Uhg. So since my brother is going to remain on life support for awhile, and the all-day no napping is kicking my butt…I’ve decided to go back to our regular home routine as much as possible.

That means our morning outings will include a hospital visit with one or maybe two stops where Kenai can get out with me. We’re reinstating the afternoon nap times, and the outside play times. Evenings I’ll try to stay home with the boys, and restart the pre-meal obedience practices. 

Neither pup has had much play time all week, the poor guys. It shows. BB was wound up tight, and Kenai was whiney with tummy troubles, puppy pimples, and sore legs. Poor pups. Even the new box of bones don’t make it better when all is wrong (awww, sad sorrows moose face).

We’ve not seen any snakes this week, but I need to get another box of mothballs and enlarge the perimeter: the farther away from the house them ol’ snakes are the better. And I need to cut the grass again, maybe Sunday. And I must find the attatchments and get the push mower in the kennel.

I’ve been saving a cardboard soda carton until it had a mate, so the two ‘ay maties had one each to ravage. And since I’ll put the corned beef and cabbage in a pot this afternoon, there will be pretty black noses all around the stove with me. Such tempting targets for smoochies!

Tuesday we meet with Kenai’s trainer. We haven’t set a place yet, but it is blessedly in the morning when I still have some go in the engine. He is starting to relax and be more confident in public, so I’d like to capitalize on that trend.

Kenai’s started another trend: he likes to move by the curtains so the ends of them run down his back. “Here I am!” He’s doing that with houseplants too, walking by them so they rub his back. Playing ambush puppy?

Well here’s hoping that my plans make next week better for the boys, more normal. That’d be good for us all. “Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise” as they say ’round here. Ya’ll have a good weekend, too. I will if you will!

The Brother’s Grin…by Lisa Harmon

Kenai find it, 17 mo

“Ha! Gotcha!” Kenai slaps a paw on his stick before it runs away…17 mo

Man I can’t keep up with the calendar. It’s been days since I posted, and most of whatall we’ve been doing is fading from my memory banks. One fine day, after Kenai’s had a nice long car ride and play time with his grammy (Mom), we decided it was time for Mom to get BB out and about.

It’s been an ashamedly long time since BB went riding, and his manners were sure to be backslidden. So Kenai was left in the new crate for the first time. Beebs was hyper, forgotten all about his leash and the like, which I expected. What I didn’t like was the startle responses to people coming and going: he jumped up and barked when he was startled.

He needs out more. One person he growled at, and found himself scolded. Mostly though, just a “hey” when he startled and a “BB”,  he shushed to look at me then got his ear rubs, and laid down when I told him. He just needs more time out and about, with some positive rewards for being good.

He’s been trying to be possessive of his bones lately, and one day he went so far as to curl his lip and growl at me when I walked too close to him for his liking. Oo, I backed him off that bone with some serious “momma” vibes, and made him not even look at it. Any peek meant a poke of the finger. One of us had to give the bone up and wasn’t going to be me.

When he sighed and walked to his crate for a nap, BB love butt got a hug and some good-boys, and his most yummie bone was set inside for him to enjoy again. Teenage boy reminded who the bitch of the pack is, all the not-fun was over. He was happy with his bone, and when I took it up later, he gave it up easily and got a ball to play with. 

For most misbehavior I can just redirect BB, but however much I like and use positive training (I use the standard clicker training with him, no alterations since he responds so well)…I also believe that sometimes we need to be able to “talk doggie”, and work within their instinctive understanding of pack life. He’d never get away with that in a pack of just dogs; he’d get himself in big ugly with the alpha.

So I went bitch of the pack on him. He has more tendency to “bring it out” than Kenai but he’s far away from any kind of aggression yet. It’s all bluff. I wouldn’t recommend doing that with just any dog. If the dog really means it, you can get yourself bitten for a direct challenge like that to possessiveness. But BB’s all noise, and we both know it.

Of the two boys, though, I watch BB for developing aggressiveness. Kenai’s fear response (when will it go away?) is run away, and if he can’t he hides behind me. BB barks, or lurches towards what has disturbed him. Without interventions like reconditioning or desensitization, that sort of fear response can grow into fear aggression.

Not to mention, a lunge could start a great big dog fight! Even Kenai gets annoyed and clobbers him with a sasquatch paw. If Beebs pulls that on a stressed or unstable dog…that could get bloody. So BB will be getting out more with Mom, like he used to, and I’m sure it will go away. We’ve brought him out of that before, and he has a good memory.

While we were out, I was worrying about Kenai, of course. Mostly I was worried that he’d take a dislike to his crate after being left and refuse to ever get in it again! It’s awfully hard to change his mind. So I had visions of luring, baiting, having to make a big silly fuss to get him back in it again.

You know–the same lengths I seem to be going to about practically everything he suddenly doesn’t want to do. Like going potty…

Well heck, he was super glad to be out and see me again, but as soon as his bestest buffalo bone came out, zoom, right into his crate for it. Even after I put it away again, and started getting his supper ready, in he went of his own accord to wait for goodie time. I was sitting back down on the couch, but he wanted to hang out in the crate.

So I worried for naught, this time at least.

After several days of no pigs-fly practices with Kenai while I nursed my ailing parts, Friday we headed out ready for just a wander in a new place. I will occationally do these stop-on-a-whim outings for no particular purpose but fun, and this one found us parked at the community center.

He was skittish, pulling even with his gentle leader, for quite some time. We walked the grassy places, soccer fields, kiddie play grounds, sidewalks, and parking lot. People were coming and going, staff was using outside equipment but it was a fairly quiet place for being in the city.

I got him to walk part way up a mesh wire ramp to the slide, much to my happiness. One doctor’s clinic we went to with Mom had stairs with glass sides, so it looked like we were just walking up with no railing. I didn’t like it much myself, but Kenai had a uh-uh, not doing it moment at the first landing. So this ramp, as open as it was, was a victory.

Mechanical noises disturb him the most. Rattling trailers or lawn mowers will produce a tail tuck back up every time. So I always, always head for the equipment when it’s not doing anything. He’ll sniff and such with coaxing, but he’s not going to be still for it to move or start up. Not yet anyway.

I threw in some step-n-wait tasks and mild bracing once he was starting to physically tire and walk on a loose leash better. Not much, but some. It wasn’t a “SD training” outing, though it could become a place for those. I think if that became our next meeting place with the trainer, and several more after that would be very good. It’s quieter than many places, but still challenging enough to make some progress with him.

My relatively good day physically was used up with that stop, but we did hit his favorite puppy store for fun time, as a reward for trying his best. He had a very good time for awhile, then felt relaxed enough to lay down and wait for my chatty to run out of things to talk about.

He has his grand self a new collar. It’s a martingale, and unfortunately the red and black ones were too small. But he looks handsome in blue too. I’m hoping to use it to make the contrast between loose leash and tight leash a bit more obvious to him. He’s great with the loose leash when he’s tired, but still wants to pull in public when we start.

And I won a big battle with him Thursday night–he attempted another leash break, and Lord have mercy he wasn’t giving it up either. His gentle leader was on, so even trying to run in a circle to get leverage did him no good. I kept that leash taught as piano wire and by heavens I held on. I outweigh ya little boy…

I wound up having to half drag him to the driveway from the field because of the continued excitedness, his back to the escaping critter. I didn’t have the nerve to return so he could potty. He’d have to hold it until later. Even this morning, he was more anticipatory than usual. But I won that battle. It was the worst we’d had, too.

I must return to his pigs-fly name games, because we’re back to diddly after just a few days without them, even inside. He’s ignoring his name again. Feeling cruddy or not, I won’t have a hope of progress on the critter chase front without name response. At least not as things stand now.

Next week will be a hard one for me, with a long drive and finally no rain so I can finish cutting the grass. The long drive will do the most damage. We also have someone coming out to give us an estimate for getting the remaining trees cut up and out of the yard. And the pool will be opened, so there’s plenty of noise to upset the pup.

With a week like that in the works, I’m hoping to have a relaxing and fun weekend. Hope ya’ll have one too.

A Little R&R…by Lisa Harmon

kenai hears something, 17 mo

Like the weeds? Kenai listening to something, 17 mo

I got some of the grass cut! Obviously not in the kennel; have to fire up the push mower to get in there. But about 1.5 acres got whacked down Monday. Just another 1.5 acres to go… BB doesn’t like high grass in his field potty spot, at all, so I obliged his young self. He can go poo without having the tucas tickled now.

We canceled out Monday’s session with the trainer, until next week. I’m not sure which is worse; chronic lyme disease or the treatment! Because it went from chronic to partially active, I have to follow a regime of doxacycline for 3 weeks, doxacycline and metronidazole both the 4th week, and an antifungal pill once a week for 6 months.

Well, the first week of anti’s was horrific, as all the bacteria began to shed their protective coats and became active instead of some of them. By the fourth week, when the metro started killing them, I was feeling some better. The second cycle started…Lesson: always wear tick repellents ya’ll!

I’ve missed several of Kenai’s pigs fly practices the past few days, and he’s not answering his name as well and is back to pacing the window-door circuit at sight of critters again. Man, it doesn’t take long to lose ground with him. So it’s make myself get at least one load the name and load the clicker a day.

Tuesday was a “big” trip, at least for us, driving to Branson for some bloodwork. It’s about 2 hours drive time all total, plus however long it takes at the lab. Then two other stops and I barely made it home. So Kenai had a morning out with lots of car time. He thinks the car is not supposed to leave without him as it is…

Most folks we come across say I need a bigger car for him jokingly. I just chuckle and say “nah, he’s got six inches to spare”. Thing is, I’ve seen Danes scrunch into the passenger side of VW bugs to go riding! Convertibles offer more head room of course. But any car will do, as long as you’re in it.

Wednesday was shaping up to be every bit as rough–the eye surgeon looking at Mom’s cataract tells their patients to expect, expect, 3 hours or more for an appt. What on earth? You could have your appendix taken out and be awake again in 3 hours, have 6 manicures, or 4 oil changes in that period of time. Yeesh.

But that’s what we planned on. I stayed in the car with Kenai, trying to come up with time consuming things to do. I considered driving back home for awhile. (I could get a nap and back before 3 hours was up for crying out loud). I considered doing some public practice with Kenai, but my parts protested mightily at the thought.

Another possibility was going to All Pets there in town, or All About Dogs and Cats. There wasn’t anything I really needed to do, which was a weird feeling. I’ve become so accustomed to focusing entirely on what must be done just to get it done that I seem to have forgotten what stuff to do for no reason!

Kenai, btw, does not have that problem. He can usually figure out something to do with his time. BB is master of never running out of ideas for new games. Dogs seem to be genetically talented at killing time. We may not like how they do it, but they can certainly entertain themselves.

Well, we went to All Pets, and discovered THE special bone reserved for his crate: raw buffalo bone. Oooh, oooh, yes, yes, yum! I’ve been looking for a very super ultra doggie-tastic thing that will keep a good association with his crate, even after I start leaving him in it.

It has to be yumiliscious enough to overcome the powers of seperation anxiety. And tough enough to take the frustrated gnawing. Our test run that night shows great promise! He’s fine going in and even letting me shut the door while BB is loose doing his boy practice.

I haven’t tried leaving him there while I go to another place with BB, or answered the door and the like. Right now he’s very happy to have his big crate (it needs a moniker), and has even figured out how to open the unlatched door from the outside to get in when he feels like it. Yay!

Despite feeling unbelievably rotten after waking up, I decided to give the big little guy some outside run time. The sun was going down, so it was cooling off, and with rain forcasted for another 4 days… long story short, this was our last chance for awhile.

kenai learning pole vault, 17 mo

As you can see, Kenai’s trying to learn to pole vault… no not really, but it was a funny pic. He was full of funny pics Wednesday night. Using my fingers I counted back, and it’s been 6 days since he had outside free time to romp with all the storms. He took full advantage of it.

Since last Friday’s terrible storm, he’s been slightly jumpy about “thunderbumpers”, so I’ve made a point of being unconcerned, going on about things etc. He’s settling back down, back to napping his way through anything that doesn’t rattle the dishes. Thank goodness.

Tomorrow is Thursday, Mom’s day in town, ie my day babysitting the Brother’s Grin. We usually have lots of quiet time, a bit of playtime, a bit of “learn something new” for BB so he can show off to Mom when she comes home. It will be raining, of course, what else?

So maybe I can pick up my knitting again, abandoned since the weekend. Or take a long blistering hot bath. Whatever I do, it will definitely be definable as “not much”. Rest. That sounds just right.

Weird Storms and Going Wonky…by Lisa Harmon

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Wednesday’s outing was planned as a no-big-deal: drop Mom off at the eye doc, the walgreens drive thru, get myself a soda. I did decide to stop for a social visit at the puppy store, and didn’t really care what he did with himself. We did a couple name games in the 20 minutes, but mostly I was there just to chat and let him entertain his own self as we killed time.

When we went to pick Mom up, she wasn’t ready yet, so I put on Kenai’s gentle leader and we walked around some in the grass. We got an unexpected bit of practice: pull me up a steep slope, and doing the step and wait on the way down. Which he did, thank you young man.

When Mom came out she said I needed to come inside with her, the cataract had gotten worse and would need to make appointments to see if it needed surgery yet. One good thing, the intraocular pressure was down, so her early glaucoma was actually better than it had been.

Kenai got his vest put on and in we went. The lobby is small, and it was full. Lots of people and children there, so I expected to have to say uh-uh to the meet and greets. Oh he wanted to say hello to those kiddos! But he did his duty, even if he watched the kids and wagged his tail at them while standing in front of me so I could lean on him some.

He stuck his nose over the receptionists’ counter, and recieved a “hi, buddy” from the lady, who happens to have a Dane herself. It took about 5-10 minutes to get the referral appointment stuff taken care of, and my boy love was very patient, pining away statue still for a bit of vest on forbidden kiddo attention.

On the way out to the car, he remembered his out-the-door commands without being told: I open, he goes forward, turns his body and waits. That way I can lean on the door, get his 3 foot long rump out, and transfer leaning to him without either of us getting hit by the closing door.

Then I put him between me and Mom, so she could hold his collar on the way to the car. (Her eyes had been dialated). He walked her where she needed to go safely, and me too, being ever so careful to walk slowly since Mom’s gait is not as quick even as mine.

I’m a plodder, but when I start getting tired, I speed up so I can get where I can rest. Mom slows down when she gets tired. I may have to put a harness on his rump for her. Think he’d object? Yep! Like a rodeo horse strapped up to buck for the show… It’s a good thing I don’t do more than think about how to disturb his majesty for laughs!

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Okay, that bit of silliness out of my system, Thursday morning’s pigs fly practice was unusual. After “loading the clicker” and “loading the name” with rapid fire click and treats, we did just a bit of distance targeting (on the bed, go to the kitchen) and adding “in the crate” as part of his repetoire.

It was a warm up, sending him here and there now that he knows the commands. Then we did a new thing: he is rewarded for figuring out what to do next. I stood there making a fuss about the cooked lamb meat treats, waiting for him to start offering behavoirs. A sit came, click, treat. After a long pause, down came and got a click and treat.

He didn’t know what to do after that. Eventually I started walking slowly, and he followed (click/treat), then he trotted into his new big crate. Yay!  I bet pretty soon he’ll be whizzing all over the room throwing sits and in the crates at me of his own voalition. We’re just starting.

Next was opening the sliding door, so he could get interested in the smells and sounds through the screen. Oo, a name game when I sat on the couch–he came to me for that lamb, and parked his bottom right there waiting for more. Sending him back to the door was ignored. He was hungry.

The turkey’s started up their noise, and he went back to the door with one eye on me and lamb treats. He leaped right over the moment his name was called, and camped out again. Well, we played a little with his bean bag baby. Eventually he went back to the door at the sound of a barking dog.

I waited. I really waited. He woofed quietly, and I told him to shush. Then I waited. When he was really intent on listening, ooo a name game. Since his response was slower, this time he got the big reward–take off my slipper games. He got to leap about, teased and tickled, slipper all boy slobbered. That was fun!

Then it was let go, back on my foot, and uh-uh, leave it. Besides, it was time for his breakfast and potty run. 30 minutes had passed. And after that is the really fun stuff: wake up grammy. She sleeps like the dead, so the moment I go in her room I let BB bark and fuss all he wants until she hollers at him to hush.

It used to take me up to an hour to get her up before we got the boys. So bark BB bark. It doesn’t take long to sit her up. Once she’s out of bed, in Kenai can come. He has a bad habit of pouncing in the middle of her, so he was to wait until she’s up. Then it’s say good morning, bother BB, and upstairs once again, so she can get BB fed and out unhindered.

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Well, having trouble getting online and not being kicked off again. When you’ve written an email 3 times, it’s time to call it quits for awhile. So I’m late answering emails and posting again. I will be inordinately glad when something besides dial up is available here.

The trouble came from a dechonel, or something like that spelling. It’s essentially a land based hurricane. Friday morning the front came through, spinning and round with sustained 85 mph winds over the entire KY3 viewing area.

So many people lost their homes and everything they had. It was the weirdest storm I have ever seen. It was the weirdest storm the weatherman had ever seen.  They say it traveled 5 states all total before dying out. We were fortunate, only having 3 giant trees come down over the driveway, pulled out by the roots.

storm damage trees across driveSomeone came out Saturday and managed to cut enough so we could get out (out of meds), then they had to go get trees out of houses and other emergencies. A trio of 80 foot oaks is going to take some time to clean up.

The storm fouled up the boy’s routine, of course, which had them wonky all day. And the trucks and chainsaws had them wonky all the next day too. Being out of my medicine had me wonky for both days, and I was a touch irritable.

I scolded Kenai a couple of times for continuing his barking and running to the windows, after having repeatedly “showed” him the men, telling them they were “good”, and getting him quieted down. We did some hear it/name/click/treat, but it wasn’t working so very well that day. I wasn’t working so very well that day myself.

Since we could get out Sunday morning, a trip to Walgreens was first on the docket. Kenai was glad to get out too. He’s been housebound with nearly 3 weeks of incessant rain and storms. We’ve gotten out a few times, but not much.

The kennel is a knee deep mud hole, so outside exercise time has been almost non-existent. If we go too far into the field, WE become almost non-existent—grass is more than knee high in places. If I was to sink knee deep in a muddy spot in the knee high field, half of me would disappear!

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Kenai is so peculiar about my taking a bath. He whines from the other room, then decides he needs to see if I’ve melted away or something. He will sniff me, lick a bit of water off me, whine…he cannot seem to understand why I would do such a thing to myself, and actually enjoy it.

When it’s time to get out, he dutifully stands still so I can rest a hand on his shoulder, head low and ears sideways. Then he backs up looking very puzzled that I didn’t melt while I towel off. The nose tries to be sure it’s still me, too.

If I use baby powder, he reluctantly stands still for his, then decides it feels good enough to trot around and wag his tail. New clothes donned, properly sniffed and inspected, he has to play off his stress for a few minutes chasing a ball around. Last and finally, nap it off.

A nap sounds good…think I’ll join him.

A Click And a Trot And a Bed…by Lisa Harmon

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Hum, who’s in there? Kenai 17 mo old

What a big morning for the big guy! We were both a bit stir crazy, so when it became obvious Mom was sleeping inTues, Kenai and I headed out. After some garage play time, of course. Run around the car, I pop out over there, you chase me, let’s move the wheelbarrow and that sort of thing.

I dropped a necktie box on the ground for him to play with, clicking away for picking it up, trotting around with it. He enjoys a bit of rumpus in the garage, and since it’s big (60×40 feet) and I can put the door down to contain him, why not?

Our first stop was the bank drive through for an account balance, then to the vet to “see how big is you”, his weekly weigh in. Lost weight. Crud. I’m not surprised, since he’s shedding more, looks skinnier and is generally more insecure.

He encountered a very vocal beagle there at the vet, unwilling to reciprocate despite the very best boy bows he had. I insisted he sit, clicked, then he could get up and bow some more. No dice, girlie not in the mood.

I was, though, very impressed by how little leash yanking went on. We climbed in the car and drove by the puppy store. We had 20 minutes before they opened. So I parked in the grocery store parking lot, with the idea to simply sit there and let him get used to the sounds.

On a whim, I hooked his leash, and waited by the open car door for him to muster the courage to get kenai-grocery-store-1-17-mo1out. He wasn’t too very sure he wanted to, so I just talked to him, clicking when he noticed a sound and pointed things out to him: “see the lady”, “He has a shopping cart”, “ooh a big truck”.

I believe it was in “Click to Calm” I read that the clicking sound has a direct and immediate affect on the dog’s brain. She’s found it alone builds confidence, and in fact, a worried or hesitant handler can actually counter their anxiousness’s effect with the click sound.

I think she’s right. I didn’t load the clicker (“Pigs Fly”) before his breakfast, and it still seemed to make him bolder. There’s little point in trying to load the clicker when we’re out; he doesn’t take treats in public.

So while he was getting himself ready, I tried to muster up a mood of my own: play. I didn’t have any particular goal, like walk inside and back, or get sits and heeling. Pretty soon, he stuck his head out. kenai-grocery-store-training-2-17-moClick! Good Boy, neck rubs!

When he did get his front feet out, click, and some good scritchy-scratches on his favorite spots. He likes to stretch his back legs before letting them down, so he got some tummy rubs on his way entirely out of the car.

He had himself a look around, saw this and that, then decided to go back in the car. It occured to me that if he felt like he could “escape” he might be less nervous, so I decided to make it part of the game.

I waited some more to see if he’d come out on his own, and when he didn’t I called him, asking “are ya ready?” which is what I normally ask before we have toy times or boy rumpus. With a tiny bit of encouraging, he came out.

Then I thought, let’s run around the car, so I did my silly looking quick stepping shuffle around the back of the car, and he thought he’d try it with me. With one fun turn around, complete with “atta boys” and clicking, I let him get back in the car. (I needed a bit of a breather anyway).

The second time around the car, he seemed to get that “gotta get outta here” hurry after a car went by, so we did a “Control Unleashed” type name call/come partway to me/ click/release before I let him get back in the car.

The third time out, a passerby just had to pet him, and he perked up happy for that. It was enough to make him want to check things out, and I left the car door open. He peeked in a car window, then saw a cart someone hadn’t put in the bin. Click! “let’s go put it away!” and I moved as fast as I could so he would be trotting.

I didn’t expect him to be too close, and the running had a marvelous effect on him: his tail came up and I could feel him thinking this might be okay stuff after all. We put the cart away, and had some happy loving time. Low and behold, he started using his nose!

We sniffed the cart bin, we watched a truck with a trailer roughly 100 yards away, and he trotted some more in a circle around me, pausing to sniff scents that only his hound nose could notice. Then “Kenai”, look and come clicking before heading back to the car. 

kenai-grocery-store-training-5-17-moNext time out, he got so very terribly bold as to trot himself over to the sidewalk, right next to the door. He surveyed the parking lot, as you can see.

Then he seemed to want to go back to the car, so we crossed the pedestrian cross walk again, and he didn’t mind a “wait” while a car refused to give us the right away like they are supposed to.

Trotting helps him. Clicking helps him. Someone suggested I get a power chair, and my legs would concur with that! I could move faster, and give him the benefit of a mood-improving jog.

By this time, I was shaking-tired so I let him get in the car. It was 10:00, and the puppy store would be open. He was more relaxed, but nearing that point when he’s had enough of something for awhile. 20 minutes of stressful practice is plenty. The puppy store is his reward time!

So we got there, and he hesitated seeing the young man that he once upon his puppy days used to play with. Then the owner came out of her office, his very favoritest ever lady friend–off leash play time! He gave her pretty sits for treats, slung slobber all over us, and jogged around his best store.

The point of the bank stop was to see if there was enough money there to get the rest of the boy’s food and enzymes for the month. Buy it while I have it, the needful things come first. With enough for the neccessaries, I bought a mechanical toy…we’re going to work on the stop in mid chase games.

Kenai had played himself silly with their demo toy the day Lisa our trainer met us there to evaluate his public behavior. After last week’s room demolishing to get the mechanical mouse, and this last session’s introduction of stop games, I need something very high value to practice with.

The plan is…load the clicker (Pigs Fly book), warm up with a regular toy, clicking for picking it up, clicking for coming towards me, and load the clicker again. Then load the name. Alot. Play some more, load the name, and do some “Control Unleashed” book come and go name games.

I’m hoping that the load the name and name games will prime his brain to react to my call before I bring out the new toy. (I haven’t named it yet. It’s a plastic mechanical ball with a squirrel like tail) It’s going to set off a very enthusiastic chase response from him, for sure.

What I want is to be able to let him see it, go partway to it, then “stop!” If he stops he gets to pounce and chase. If not, he has to go away (he don’t drag off easy so I might have to pick the toy up and put it away.) No party without permission.

After a few minutes of playing with it, I plan to reload the name so he can play a few moments then I’ll try to call him away from it. That’s the plan. We’ll see how it comes out another day.

You talk about good fortune: we found a bed for the monster crate for $15. We got two of them, one for Kenai’s crate and one for BB in the car. (He will only get in the hatch, so we have to put the seats down–he’s got space, you see). The place is a factory return outlet, and recieved this shipment of outdoor chaise lounge cushions without the furniture they fit on.

It’s a bit long, and a bit wide for the crate, but folded nicely into a bumper to lean against. I had gotten out after installing the bed, to take off my sweater, and when I turn around BOY was laying down in his new bed. He likes his new crate. Sometimes he just gets up and goes in it for no reason.

I haven’t tried shutting the door on him yet, or leaving him in it. This week I plan to make “in the crate” part of our daily practices. I’ll start shutting the door and leaving him in it next week, after Monday’s session with the trainer, when we introduce that unhappy idea.

Two For One…by Lisa Harmon

Kenai licks the last of the peanut butter off the spoon, 24 wks old

Ohhhh the poops and puppy barfs! The panacure is making a mess of Kenai’s bowels. Here he’s getting the last of the peanut butter, after taking his morning pepto. He throws up a nasty yellow bile in the mornings, after having an empty tummy overnight. I feed him a little right before bed, but it doesn’t hold him.

Poor boy, gassing us to death. If the Pentagon could bottle that up, they’d have a potent biowarfare weapon… Thankfully, today is his last day for the treatment. I hope his tummy settles down soon, since he can’t be comfortable. Still, he’s a big playing pup, and enjoys his run times.

This morning after the usual out, in, breakfast, and upstairs routine, Kenai got a really good game of tug and fetch. I’m using the toys to bring him to the heel, and he’s offering alot more auto-sits. Then it’s run down the toy and another game of let go, then get to tug. He got so excited he started a zoomie goober run, and I had to slow him down a bit. When he started burping, it was time to relax awhile.

If you sneak over to his brother BB’s blog (blogroll), you’ll find I started the “look at that” game with BB. He loses his mind on the weekends when my niece comes. So the book “Control Unleashed” changes the tendency of reactive dogs to look into an opportunity to refocus on the handler.

Beebs is a champ with “look at that”! He naturally looks at your face and if a treat is involved, his concentration is fantastic. I realized last night how much working with BB changed my energy. He’s far easier to train, and I get the instant gratification thing, seeing how fast his bahavior changes with even minimal attention.

I have total confidence that BB will do what I ask of him with enthusiasm, and somehow that relaxes me. That’s the energy you need, to work with a puppy!Kenai watches intently, and does his stays and such with considerable focus.

It’s kinda against all the “rules” of training to practice with littermates at the same time, but using the boy’s natural competitiveness really kicks Kenai into an “I do it better” attitude. I’ve decided I need to take advantage of that, and the way BB’s quick responses build my confidence.

I’m a whatever works girl, so once a day, I’m going to hold a two pup puppy school session. Whichever pup hits the sit first gets the treat. Whichever pup looks at me gets the praise. I’m going to make it fast paced, and once a treat is given, the next command comes: no waiting for the other to comply. You wanna compete, boys, then compete for a reason!

I’m hoping the benefits translate into more focus and interest in Kenai’s seperate practices, and his commands during our routines. He’s slower than molasses at times, and has the tendency to decide if he wants to do what I ask. Uuggh. That can get irritating. Besides, when BB is ready for his own obedince classes, he’ll have the commands already nailed. Two for one.

I’m still doing the divide and conquer strategy when I want to relax in the evenings with both boys. The taking turns with getting attention is helping them chill out, and when I want to sit down and relax, they go to their place and stay there. I still have to put BB in his ex-pen at times, but yesterday it was Kenai who was restless and difficult.

Since Kenai isn’t totally comfortable with the crate door closed, I haven’t shut him in, but he’s going in there now when he wants to have a chew no one else can get to! So I opened the expen and used it to block off our end of the couch. He paced it a little, then got up and took a nap next to me.

He doesn’t feel good, and it shows.

The downside to two pups at once is bad habits rub off. BB’s a barker, and he’s getting Kenai to bark and go running about. I’m having to shut it down. BB can be taught to shush, but I won’t have Kenai doing that barking at every sound that sets his brother off. I’m teaching him not to bark or get up unless I say so.

That’s a pack leader thing, and an instinct for dogs. If the pack leader isn’t reacting, the rest of the pack doesn’t need to. So for the eruptions of noisy fuss, I assume a very dominant posture. It stops Kenai in his tracks, and BB only needs a poke or two to hush. Eventually, with enough practice at the look at me stuff, they will quit altogether as they associate a sound with looking to me. 

So alot of my energy is being expended. Alot. It’s the first 2 years of a dog’s life that sets the habits of their behavior, and taking the time, giving the energy, makes the next 10 years far easier. I may make like a bear and go into hibernation when the Brother’s Grin get through adolescence. A six month nap would be well earned!

It’s time to let Kenai out to run and play. So have a good weekend, and enjoy your pup!

Shiney up the puppy…by Lisa Harmon

Kenai giving me the eyes. “I didn’t like that bath stuff. Can we have some ice cream?” 23 wks

Well it’s finally happened: Kenai had an honest to goodness bath. I used a bucket of warm water, some puppy shampoo, and a washcloth on the deck, since he really doesn’t like the sound of a shower head. A bucket was easier to manage than a very unwilling Dane! Just a baby, but pushing 90 pounds. 

He didn’t like the sound of the sopping washcloth coming to get him wet, but he mostly stood still. I figured that’d be more pleasant than dumping the bucket over him. Less likely to cause a sprint towards the woods, too. The lather up wasn’t so bad for him, since he’s used to being rubbed and massaged all over his puppy parts. But the rinse… Darned old washcloth!

I’ve always had a drying off game called “shiney up the puppy”. Great Danes don’t typically like getting wet, so anything that makes it “funner” is helpful for getting them to tolerate their bath time. It’s not like I could ever get them out from under the bed when they hear the word “bath” and take off! Crawled under and got stuck is what would happen. Eyes peering out at you. Blink, blink.

So “Shiney up the puppy” it is! It involves large towels they can play with while I dry them off. I let them nip and pull the corners of it, and generally enjoy themselves while I rub and buff the little buff beauties. They can do the goofy dance, the flamingo step, the slide, the mashed potato, and any other funny little wiggle they want, so long as they stay in the general area. No running off allowed, but the moonwalk is fine. And playtime follows bath time, to burn off the that-was-icky puppy energy.

Other than bath time, Sunday was a mostly good day, having an outing to the ice cream store, where I got a shake and the boys got some puppy frozen yogurt at the puppy store. I get chocolate, they get peanut butter bannana. Kenai gobbled his down. He’s become the big gobbler of the house.

Kenai’s tummy stuff is starting to worry me—he can’t seem to go more than four hours before he is absolutely starving. Sometimes he acts like he’s got stomach pain. It’s not bloat, because I check. We’re going to have to talk to the vet, when he goes in for his 6 month old rabies shot this week. Lord, don’t let him have a long term problem with colitis. Those pills we got last time added up to some $4 a day and didn’t do a darn thing.

And no I won’t buy him the crappy canned food they keep saying to because he won’t touch it. No matter how hungry he is. It must be made of asphalt and sheet rock if Kenai won’t eat it. He eats critter poop and other disgusting stuff, for crying out loud, but not the vet’s stuff. Won’t even get up if he sees the can, and he can tell the difference in the cans.

Heck, Kenai probably would eat asphalt and sheet rock, the gufus…but not the vet’s food.  Not even peanut butter in the stuff got him to eat it. I much prefer to feed a natural holistic food, so I don’t mind a bit. I don’t think it’s the food, because BB is just fine. He eats the same things, the same probiotics and stuff, drinks the same water. Let’s hope the metronidazole clears up whatever the problem is and it doesn’t come back!

Working on the boys’ misbehaviors when together, I had asked on a Yahoo group for advice from the author of the book “Control Unleashed”. She had some really helpful advice, and I’m going to give it a try. It may exhaust me, but better me be tired than them be dunderheads, right?

The first is exercise and full tummies: I run Kenai around outside a lot, but I’ve been slacking in the evening runs. I just get so wiped out by supper time, nap or not. So it’s suck it up and do it. Getting Mom to exercise BB is a whole different battle. I may have to just work with him all wound up. And if Kenai is hungry (poor guy) as he has been, he’s much more belligerent. Full tummies and tired tushies is the first step.

The second line of attack is taking turns. The toys are not left out. One gets to play, the other waits. One gets massage, the other waits. One does his puppy school skills, the other waits. I’ve been doing this, but they take alot of energy to control, so I haven’t put alot of time into it. I need to be able to crate one or both so I can rest or watch TV for awhile too.

I’ve also neglected to have a cue to start and a cue to end their turns. It is supposed to counter condition the boys that when one gets attention, the other one will too if they wait. That’s easy enough, saying “Kenai’s turn/Kenai’s turn done”.

Part of taking turns is a sort of “on/off” switch. Getting BB to wait could be really tough since his self control is limited. But if I need to, I can put him in his expen. Kenai is pretty good about staying on the couch while I mess with BB, so the groundwork is at least there.

I’m going to have to bite the bullet and clean up the really big crate in the garage. Using a crate should never be a “punishment”: ie, I’m mad at you so get out of my sight kind of thing. A crate is best used as down-time, a place to chill and enjoy the favorite bones, and a safe place to rest without being disturbed.

So the big crate needs to come in. I’ll be teaching Kenai to “crate up”, and when he comes out, he needs to re-orient to me: eyes on, sits, downs, and stuff before being given a cue to go see his brother. BB has his expen, but has never had to earn being released. He’s very good at paying attention to people, though. Much better at the watch me stuff than Kenai. Advantage for us!

The last skill advised is not so simple. Teaching Kenai the targeting, which is to go across the room and touch something or fetch something, will be harder. He’s not the sort of high energy dog that are typically found in agility type settings. He doesn’t run there, and run back. He’s a super calm natured dog.

I’m hoping the group obedience class can spark up a little more enthusiasm for such things. In the mean time, I really have to perfect Kenai’s reorienting to me. He’s not the “look at me” kind of dog, either. He’s subtle, and I have to get better at recognizing when his attention is on me even if his eyes aren’t.

Oh, Lord, I can see a ton of work here. There’s enough to feel overwhelmed. So time to break it up into steps: exercise/food is easy enough. Taking turns may be my initial focus, with the on/off cues and their crates. The thing is, I’m pretty much training both boys myself, which I didn’t want to do. I don’t really have the energy. So this could take awhile…

I wish Mom would do something about her depression. It’s so much easier to work with the two boys when she isn’t there. It’s not a cake walk, but still easier. That energy she gives off, the sound in her voice…sometimes I want to cringe, so I bet BB does too. It’s just destabilizing. The three of them can seriously wear me down.

It can be so perplexing, having two pups that are easy to deal with when seperated, but go ga-ga when together. Kenai is such a good boy overall, with only a few little difficulties. He’s gotten so good about my neice that I trusted him to sit on the couch next to her, while I was not sitting next to him.

 He’s being soooo good! Kenai 23 wks

I am so amazed at the obedience trial teams and rally dogs and such. The control that people can have and the dogs can have too is unbelievable. The focus it takes, and the huge amounts of training that go into it, make is seem impossible for me sometimes.

I don’t need Kenai to be able to run an agility course, but to have that sort of control of him off leash would be fantastic. It seems so far off, I have to just put it aside, like a picture on the wall, and work on one thing at a time. Just one thing at a time…

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