Getting a little fun in our day

Clearly me moping around the house feeling sorry for myself is at an end.  Flu or no flu, we are getting our butts outta bed and doing some stuff.  I am even going to open up work email and get some work done! 

But before I do anything drastic like work, I took the dogs out for some fun.  Olive worked on her contacts then had some fun doing search and rescue for her tennis ball. 


I love video.  It takes a training session that you feel is pretty successful and shows you how many rewards were wrongly placed.  Although much of the time I like to live the fantasy that my training is always perfect, I've come to truly appreciate video for what it shows.

Take for example the minute of training above (actually probably more like 4 minutes of actual training that I cropped down).  I really felt that I was rewarding for hold her head down and not moving her feet.  The number of rewards that were given when her head is up and her feet are moving is amazing to me.  I need to be more careful and make sure to reward the behavior I am looking for not the behavior I am getting.

In class last week my mentor Moe told me that Olives feet were moving and I needed to work on her holding her feet still.  Later that evening, I was running Fin and she hit her contact and I noticed her feet dancing about.  I pointed this out to Moe and stated, "I'm nothing if not consistent!"  Oh how I want to improve, yet keep training the same dam behaviors dog after dog.  I actually think it is rather funny. 

Olive is a master of the find-it game.  She takes it to new heights.  I think our searches are the kinder gentler version of a barn hunt.  On the back of my property, I make her sit-stay and I walk around pretending to hide the ball.  I try to be really sneaky.  She then gets to go out and "find-it".  We play many versions of this game.



Working on scent work is so interesting.  On cold wet morning with no wind the scent seems to almost soak into the ground and it is harder for her to find things.  On a day like today with the breeze blowing and every once in a while a gust the scent seemed to be very active.

The Creeping Crud has invaded my house....

So I've been sick.  Weird.  Been taking care of myself, feeling mighty good.  Saturday, got up early, went to the field, and practiced agility.  Left the field and did a little shopping and my favorite Target.  Home by noon.

In bed by 3.  I have never slept so much in my entire life.  My husband kept checking on me and I would croak at him to "Please" exercise Olive, potty Olive, play with Olive, just make Olive tired!!!

Tazz has been the BEST nurse, never leaving my side.  Rocky has been close by and sympethetic. Maddie wakes me up every morning at 6am sharp to feed her and again at 3pm even though I don't feed till 5pm. Fin is sorta in the Olive camp...get your butt out of bed and play with me!

I am hoping to wake up tomorrow with a new attitude and actually take a walk somewhere other then my back yard.

Staying home from a trial this weekend sucks, but there are more trials in my future and I look forward to one next weekend. 

Ok, so I'm supposed to be working....

Fun times in Turlock

Air was cool, sun was warm, ground was dirty, lunch with friends was yummy, dinner at 234 Bistro da' bomb...wine with dinner made me giggle.

Hotel was clean, parking lot was full, dogs were tired, walks at hotel were full of weird people smoking by the back door, walks with Laura's Hot Shot (aka, Piggie Smalls, aka: Moose) felt safer than walks with just Fin and Olive, breakfast at the hotel - not recommended.

Olive was cute, Fin was high as a kite.

 



We ran seven courses.  We Q'd in 2 (Snooker and jumpers).  We ALMOST Q'd in a few more on Sat. and had some nice runs.  Sunday was sorta a shock and awe day.  We actually only finished 1 of 3 courses.  2 courses ended in leaving early....no connection.  Not sure what I could have done differently, but Fin and I were not reading the same agility book that day.  I was on slow and steady and she was on blastomatic take anything and everything, mom will eventually catch up.

Olive worked her sit stays, running straight, turning tight, beat up the BC's, catch the tennis ball before the BC's get it, down stays, sit up, and hang with the agility folks. 

Both dogs had a great time and slept soundly on the ride home Sunday.

Black Holes

I read somewhere that scientists are now able to view the black hole in the milky way.  It has been hidden from our visual view due to technology issues that have recently been resolved.  I'm really excited to find out what the Black Hole contains.  I'm thinking they are going to see all the agility training foundation work that I have not done with Olive!

Previously hidden from my view, the content of my black hole is now glaringly clear as I try to advance toward obstacle performance.

Two weeks ago I was on cloud 9 unaware of any black holes.  We had the last class in a session and Olive was a master of all of the behaviors we were working on.  I went home thinking, "I am da' bomb!  Olive is perfect!" "Yeah for me and Olive...we are superstars"...and so on.

Then I missed last week due to work, so I continued in my personal chant of perfection.

Last night, talk about getting back to earth.  Holey Moley.

Once again.  I'm am a victim of my own habits.  I train what is fun and what I do well at.  I forget to train the stuff that is frustrating.  Then when I do train it, I get it "just enough" then move on to the fun stuff. 

I'm not alone.  I know you do it too!

So this week is all about the plan.  Each day I'm going to work on stuff that is basic stuff.

• Circle work
• Recalls
• Retrieve
• It's your choice
• Targeting (2o2o)
• Running A frame (box)
• In addition, I can't forget all the stuff that we were working on before:
• jump work
• tricks
• release
• etc...etc...etc...

Next week, Olive will once again rise to the top of the class (in my mind anyway).  I'm sure there are more black holes in my future.  One never is finished with this thing we call dog training.  But with more awareness and less ego, I'm ready for anything.

Dirty little secrets

Poo eaters.  I had no idea how prevalent it was.

Disgusting. Just plain gross.

I feel like I need a support group.  Olive would stand up and say, "I'm a poo eater, and proud of it!"

Now that I have a poo eater, my yard is constantly clean.  I pick up poop immediately, rain or shine. I always have a poop bag on me when in the back yard.  I follow the dogs around with flashlight in one hand and poop bag in the other. I've become somewhat obsessive about my cleanup. 

My husband laughs and me and my new complusion.  Laugh all you want husband unit, she gives you kisses too!

Now that I have a poo eater, I am very sensitive to the issue.  I never knew so many people had this issue.  It has come to my attention that some famous agility dogs and some up and coming dogs are poo eaters also, I'm learning to embrace the challenge.  Can I get the poo before she does?

Maybe I just didn't listen before, but in the past few months, I've heard more about poo eaters then ever in my life.  I've heard the following:

• We have a special area for "dog name here" because she eats poo (so these guys let their poo eater only out in one area that is special for her...all the other dogs share an area).
• My pup went outside for a while then came running into the house twirling a long dried poo in the air (much chaos ensued).
• I hate it when he grabs and gulps poo on the walk.
• Well, mine only eats dried up poo (like that is better than a fresh poo eater?  Ok, maybe it is, I'm not going to judge).
• I've learned to ignor it.  I think if I don't make a big deal about it, it will go away.

It is so very hard for me to believe that my sweet young thing does anything wrong.  She is most perfect in every way.

 

Last night I set up a tricky jumpers course for students.  I practiced the sequence with Fin and she rocked it.  Then I thought, why not...brought out Olive and she did great!  If I'd stop smiling and giggling while running her, I could probably move faster.  She is "getting it" and for sure enjoying the ride.  Love my little dirty martini ...even if she is a poo eater.

Growing Old

I've got two oldies but goodies.  In 1999 I brought home two of the sweetest little shelties ever.

 

I should never have gotten two at the same time, but I was grieving the loss of my special dog Chester and that's how these things get started.

 

Today, 13.5 years later, I am still in love with my old dogs.  Everyday is a blessing to have them in my life.



 

Maddie, who used to have the most beautiful black coat, has problems with her hair (brittle, thin) so I cut it back.  With not a grey hair on her face (ok a few), she looks like a puppy most of the time.  Physically she is in pretty good shape, however she is deaf, has very bad teeth, and some days gets lost (a little dementia).  But on some days, she is bright and most happy and everyday will initiate a quick wrestle with Fin or Tazz.  I'll even catch her in a short zoomie which is ever so much fun.  She loves these warmer afternoons we've been having and will find the small ray of sunshine and claim it for herself. She is still my clicker master and loves doing tricks.  She never really wanted to do agility, however, she is a very loving and sweet dog.  Her favorite things have to do with food and scratches.  She also likes to be brushed (as long as there are cookies involved).  Some days I think Maddie will live forever!

 

Rocky gets the vote for most photogenic.  Just this week he is still rock'n the photos (thanks Trish).  The poor dog hasn't a good leg to stand on, between arthritis and elbow dysplasia he is sore most of the time.  He has fatty tumors, one the size of a football, but he is still game for a walk.  Albeit short walks, Rocks loves to explore.  We spend time in the afternoon sun just walking around the back yard.  When he is done, he heads to the deck and sits quietly.  He used to love to wrestle with his sister Maddie, but as he has aged, wrestling just isn't fun anymore.  His favorite thing is the orange ball, but I can't throw it for him anymore because of his bad legs...so I hide it and he gets to go find it.  Yeah!  this game is fun.

It is interesting having litter mates as some of the things that ail them are the same.  Rocks is more on the feeble side, could be because his is so large so his body is less forgiving than Maddies.

As I watch them get older, I see the special needs that they share.  They both need "individual" time with Mom each day (even if that is just 15 minutes).  They both still need exercise to keep fit.  They both provide me with such loyalty it makes me tear up to think about it.

Love my Mads and Rocks...just love them.