May 21st is Kel's and my wedding anniversary. We've almost been married more years then we haven't been married. Kel is a great man. He is caring, loving, tolerant, intelligent, and kind. I'm lucky that he likes me. The last 25 have had ups and downs and some straights as well. But in all that time, I have felt supported and cared for. He has made my life much better than it would have been had I not been married to him. He has opened my eyes to possibilities of the world that I didn't know existed. He has supported my crazy notions and allowed me to have the life that I have. I am very thankful to have Kel in my life. I'm am looking forward to the future and know that it will be good.
May 21s is also Fin's birthday. She will be six. She is a fabulous dog. Quirky in a way only Fin can be, she makes me laugh and shake my head. I have learned so much from Fin. With Fin at my side doors have been open to me and I have been able to experience dog sports in a whole new way.
Fins favorite thing in the world is to go fast...second only to cheese. Tomorrow Fin will go fast and eat cheese. I adore my Finnie Fin Fin!
On a very hot day after visiting my mom for Mothers day, I drove the long, winding, crowded road up to Ben Lomond for a late afternoon of possibilities.
In the car was my little white JRT Olive. She didn't know where we were going, but after spending the morning visiting with her grandma, auntie, and little grand nephew Rohan, Olive was ready for some action.
I was a tad bit nervous. New location for Olive. New people for me. The environment at Heart Dog is exceptional for proofing behaviors. The sounds of birds, squirrels and other interesting things float through the air attracting dogs toward the trees. The gophers are prevalent on the grounds and although I didn't see any on the actual agility field, they were everywhere. I had a right to be worried. With the distractions of the forest as well as the heat, I wondered whether I could keep my little Olive's attention.
When I arrived, it was 94 degrees. Both Olive and I came out of our air conditioned car and started to melt into the ground. I thought...I don't think we are going to be able to do anything until it is cooler. I was a tad bit disappointed because it was a long drive and to see Olive not wanting to interact and very sniffy made me sad.
So I kicked myself into gear and said, "Vici, what would you tell a student that had this problem?"
After a very distracted walk in the potty field, I took Olive over to the water tubs and let her just lay in the water. She was so happy it made me smile. After a good soak, I did some of Olives favorite behaviors and rewarded with hot dogs (hand touch, sit up, right, and left). After some success with that I walked over to see how many dogs before Olive and I would "enter the ring" keeping her focus on me with the reward of a hot dog (variable reinforcement).
Since there were about 4, I lay her down on the cool grass and waited. I rewarded her for laying and when we had 2 dogs to go I started moving. We jogged a little, I got her retrieving her toy, tugging, and most importantly I was becoming Olives center of focus. The work at a fun match does not begin when you enter the ring. It begins much earlier in developing the fun factor while waiting for your turn and then continuing the fun after you leave the ring.
With one person left to go, I reviewed my simple plan.
End of the dog walk - target/reward. Play
Tunnel jump - reward play
Weaves - reward play
Table - reward
Toss the toy and tug at the end
Not what you expected? The fantasy in my head was I would set her up on the start line and run the entire course with the crowd screaming in excitement and praise. The reality is that Olive just isn't ready for handling in new places. We really need to work on her drive and joy. I'm looking for little successes now so that I can set up the opportunity to reward her. To that extent, our visit to Heart Dog was a huge success.
Not only did I work her through distractions, I was able to reward equally with toys and food. With hot dogs in my hand, she still drove to the toy, brought it back, and tugged!!! Yeah for us. She hung with me at the start line waiting for our turn and stayed with me throughout the 2 minutes we were on the field.
Yes, we had moments of distraction. In round 2, after she got heavily rewarded with hot dogs I tried to tug with her and she decided to ignore my toy and go back and get on the dogwalk. I ended up spending what seemed like 5 minutes but was actually only 10-15 seconds wrestling with her to get her back on the toy and was able to reward some tugging with hot dogs to add value in the tug/toy.
To say that I am proud of Olive is an understatement. It was freak'n hot out there and she is a dog that doesn't like extreme temps. The fact that I was able to reward with food and toys, even if we didn't do any obstacles would have been enough. But she also completed the obstacles that I requested with enthusiasm and joy!
Our road is not a short one. I expect to still be doing agility with this little girl when she is 11 (knock on wood). My expectations now are that she learns to love the game. The only way to do that is to instill value.
I've come a long way since my first agility dog training experiences 12 years ago. I am thankful for all my friends and mentors that have gotten me this far. Each dog teaches me something, but mostly my dogs are teaching me that it isn't about the winning, the praise, the fame, or fortune. It is about relationships. The relationship I have with my dogs. The relationships of friends who share this silly passion with me. The relationship I have with myself.
To sum up my trip to Heart Dog would be to say it was a very successful "taking it on the road" training event.
Today Olive is showing how bad ass she is. Running into a metal statue as you are chasing a ball after completing 12 weaves might make a sheltie think twice about weaving again. Not Olive. Got right back on the horse and showed she has no issue with getting smacked in the face by a stupid metal dog.
She just slapped that dog back and got on with life.
Mom...not so much. I think I'm more sheltie than terrier...although Olive is trying to make me tougher.
