Welcome to my blog! I'm a professional dog trainer. I train dogs in the homes of my clients, at their convenience. So...I spend a lot of time driving, thinking, and praying. These are my musings, put down on electronic paper. Pull up a comfy chair, get something refreshing to drink, a snack if you like, and enjoy the journey...

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Tails...

I guess my years of showing dogs taught me to always be focused on the structure of a dog, and their movement. There's no perfect dog out there, but the generally held rule of thumb is that a dog who can move reasonably well based upon their breed standard, has to have decent construction under all of the fur. It's been a very helpful principle to me as a trainer, because sometimes when a dog is being "stubborn" with a given command, it's not so much stubbornness as it is structure. Dogs that have poorly constructed hips, for example, may have difficulty sitting. Getting up and going down into a proper "lay down" position is going to probably be a lot more work for them, so training sessions that are short and sweet are just being considerate of our furry friends and their disabilities.
So today, I was impressed again today by Rugby's tail. He has really got one amazing tail! Few dogs I know have a tail quite like his! He holds it in so many different positions! It curls up over his back most of the time, not tightly, or touching his back, but in a nice, delicate, curved arch. It has fur that's probably 6-8 inches long on it, so it really looks like a big ole' plume, and it's rarely NOT in motion. He wags it back and forth from side to side over his back, but when he's really excited to see someone he knows, he'll spin it in a circle like an airplane propeller. When he runs, it's straight out behind him, like an extension of his back, and he uses it like a flap on an airplane wing, to help him slow down or change direction. As he slows from a run to a stop, it goes from straight out behind him to gradually curl up over his back into his "normal" tail position.
And what I've discovered, is that I think to Rugby, his tail is like a trophy. He really seems to like his tail! It's almost like a sense of pride to him, and when he wags it, you can tell that he's really proud of it. When I playfully grab it, or fluff the fur, he almost looks at me the same way that I would look at someone who messed up my hair. It's like "Don't mess with the tail!" Grooming his tail will generate a look of concern from him, as he doesn't really like those long furs brushed or pulled in any way. He almost seems to understand my saying, "I see you wagging your tail!" because when he's barely moving it and I say that, he wags it all the harder, as if to say, "Yup! It's my tail and I'm proud of it! Doesn't it look great?!" And his eyes will shine as he wags...
And what I started thinking, is that really all of us have some physical quality about ourselves that we really, really like. It's a sense of feeling proud about ourselves, not in a haughty, nasty way, but in a really nice, good, healthy way. It could be eye color, hairstyle, smile, physical shape or condition...the list of possibilities is honestly just endless. All too often, I think we all just focus on what's wrong with ourselves rather than what's right with ourselves. We live in a culture where plastic surgery is available to "fix" those unsavory physical qualities, so that we can look "perfect." But really, what's our "breed standard"? Where's the written description of what the "perfect" human looks like? Or how the "perfect" human should move? There IS no breed standard for the human race, so maybe we just need to lose the mental image we create for ourselves and find our "tail"--that one physical trait that we love about ourselves. I think we've all got a "tail" to be proud of, and who knows...loving one thing about oursleves might lead to loving more than one thing about ourselves. And what if that lead to loving others more too....and being more accepting of their imperfections, just as we've learned to accept our own? Loving in general is never bad in my book, and to think that it all started with a small dog's tail...

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Sweet, Shy Molly

Saturday, I trained a really sweet Miniature Australian Shepherd. She looks a little like an oversized guinea pig, with a thick soft coat, and beautiful, soft eyes. She's just a darling, but she's afraid of her shadow. Walks with Molly have been no fun for her owners, because anytime something scares her, she turns around and heads for home. New people coming into the house are a threat to her, and she barks and heads for her safe zone, which is her crate.

It took her a while at the first lesson to accept me, but at her third lesson on Saturday, she was nearly turning herself inside out with excitement to greet me! She barked a very friendly, happy-to-see you greeting, wagged her little bottom as hard as she could, and quickly assumed a submissive posture with her belly up, begging for a tummy rub. I was quick to offer it. She's a delightful little dog, and my goal is to help her develop some confidence and overcome her fears of virtually everything. I also hope to help her owners understand how to help introduce her to new things, so that she can carefully investigate them in a way that will lead to acceptance rather than fear of those things.

She's coming along very, very nicely. There's one catch to her training though....as soon as she sees a leash or her training harness, she heads for a corner or a place to hide. She really does enjoy her training once we get into it, but she knows that she's going to have to deal with some of her fears when I'm there. Part of my goal as a trainer, is to stretch her out of her comfort zone at each lesson. I don't want to push her to the point of abject terror, mind you, but if she never gets stretched past her fears, she'll never overcome them. My goal is to create and foster trust with her so that she'll know that someone has her back when she's afraid. Over time, she'll develop her own sense of confidence and she'll be off and running with joy through life.

I guess what I've learned from this sweet little girl, is that fears are just never easy for any of us to overcome, but it's a whole lot easier when people you trust help you face them...that, and the right treat to reinforce the correct behavior!!! Let's see, for me....that might be chocolate...or cheesecake...I'm torn...how about a nibble of each??

Friday, May 21, 2010

Approach is Everything

Friday, I did an evaluation of a 14 week old Malipoo named Linus. He was just a darling little puppy, and when I walked in the front door, initally, all I saw peeking out of his owners arms were two little black eyes and a little black nose, through a little white mop of fur. His owner set him down to investigate me, and all he did was back up between her legs and offer a little puppy growl at me. If first impressions matter, I really failed at my initial attempt with this little guy! I crouched down to make him feel a little more comfortable with me, but he still growled and backed up even further. His owner started to pet him and soothe him telling him that I was okay and he was safe. Because I didn't want her to reinforce the wrong thing, I asked her to just leave him alone, and I turned my back to him. He stopped growling, and in a matter of seconds, he looked relaxed and curious. Once he reached that point, I extended my hand behind my back just a bit, and he immediately came right over to sniff my outstretched hand, and then moved in closer to sniff my shoes and legs. I was able to scratch him under his chin and moved around to the top of his head, all with my back to him. His owner was amazed at how quickly he came over to investigate once my back was turned. My approach to this little guy meant everything to him. It enabled him to either feel backed into a corner or allow him to be curious, to think that new humans are scary...or safe.

It's so easy to get in a hurry through life...expecting others to adjust to us, or rushing a first meeting so that we can just get on with other things. Dogs like Linus make me intentionally slow down, adjust my approach, and put the focus on the comfort of others, rather than my own. I guess that's not such a bad thing for me to experience now and again...

Luigi

Yesterday, I started training a darling Portuguese Water Dog puppy named Luigi...my first experience with this breed of dog. Luigi is blessed to have owners who adore him, and believe me, there's a whole lot to adore! He's a wonderful puppy, with an even temperament and few naughty habits! His owners are wonderful people who are gentle and calm with him, and eager to learn how to train him to become the dog of their dreams.

His primary naughty habit, is jumping up on people when he greets them. This is a very common behavioral problem that bothers many owners, so I'm very accustomed to correcting it. When I arrived to start his training, Luigi happily greeted me by jumping up on me, grinning from ear to ear and wagging as hard as his little puppy rump could wag! I corrected him for jumping up on me, and he looked a little surprised, but came back and tried jumping up again. Each time he jumped up, he was corrected, and each time he kept his paws on the floor, he was praised and petted. Interestingly enough, after a little while, he decided that it wasn't worth it to come and greet me at all anymore, because he didn't want the correction, and couldn't figure out what I really wanted from him. In short, his feelings had been hurt, and he wanted to feel sorry for himself and pout for a while, choosing a safe zone at his owner's feet, under a chair. At this point in our relationship, I had two options, if I wanted to go forward with any training. I could either make him come out and work with me, or let him choose to forgive me and come out to work with me. I always choose the latter, because I don't train dogs through intimidation. I want them to trust me and know that I'm safe and that good things will happen if they hang around with me.

So, I tried coaxing him out with non-threatening body language, sweet talk and basic little cookies that I knew he liked. It wasn't working. He laid under his owner's chair, looking at me with a very wary look, one that said, "Nope. I'm not moving from this spot. I don't trust you." In a short time, I knew I needed to change my tactic, and I got out a different type of treat...a meaty, beef jerky type of treat. I tossed him a bite. It took him a moment to find it and sniff it, but then he gobbled it, and looked at me for more. I tossed him another bite. He gobbled it up, and came to greet me...all four paws on the floor, wagging, and willing to forgive me for hurting his feelings. The rest of our training session was outstanding! He's a happy little worker, who loves people, treats and attention, but not necessarily in that order!! He's an amazing puppy who has a future so bright it would blind us!

The lesson I learned from this experience is one many dogs have taught me, but sadly, as a human, I'm sometimes slow to learn. Sometimes a friend or stranger hurts my feelings too, and, depending on how deep the hurt goes, sometimes I'm going to stay in my "safe zone" and observe from a distance. Sometimes, like Luigi, I don't understand who they are, and why they did such a hurtful thing to me. Trust comes slowly with me...especially after a deep hurt. I keep my distance. The walls come up and stay up. I don't always come out for non-threatening body language, or sweet talk, or basic, dry little cookies that I might otherwise like. Sometimes, when I've been really hurt, it takes a really big apology to fix the hurt feelings and create or restore trust. Flowers, a card, ice cream, chocolate, dinner out...you get the idea. No insult to Luigi, but I'm not big on meaty, beef jerky treats!!

The other thing that I'm seeing, though, is that when I hurt someone, I need to see if the hurt I've caused has put them in their "safe zone" too. Just like Luigi, I might need to look at my body language, and ramp up the "treat" to mend the fence and help someone else feel safe again. I might have to really work to create or restore their trust in me. All relationships are two way streets, and sometimes, it's just not good to leave someone in their safe zone for long. Luigi was quick to forgive, but I did have to work to bring him to a point where he felt safe enough that he could. Once he reached that point, we had a wonderful time together and a great training session with fun and some good laughs all the way around.

This week, without realizing it, I hurt my daughter. I completely misunderstood her level of hurt, and teased her, thinking she was joking along. It was only after a bit that she made it clear that she was hurt. My initial thought was, "Good grief! You are really over-reacting!" I was completely ready to just let her pout until she was ready to be over it. But, Luigi taught me, that you can't go forward until the feelings are fixed, and it's best to fix them right away when you realize they're hurt. I guess I need to get a card and a Starbucks gift card in the mail today...

Thanks Luigi! I'm a better mom because of you!!

Forward...and Introduction

Well...this is my first adventure into the world of blogging! I've always liked to write, and I've always been a bit of a deep thinker. One day, while I was driving, I thought again about how much I'd like to write a book someday. I've never really felt like I had enough to say to put between two covers that would interest anyone for 300 pages! My heart in writing this blog is really just keeping track of my own journey through life. I'm a professional dog trainer, so I spend many, many hours each week with amazing creatures who teach me so much about myself, their owners, themselves, God, and...well...life! I'm a pretty firm believer that God uses whatever is handy to teach us what He wants us to know. In my case, that journey is through my experiences with dogs. I hope you'll enjoy reading, and I hope you'll discover that God will give you your own life's journey, different than mine, but no less exciting, which can be seen through the lens of whatever happens to be your passion.