Showing posts with label dog training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dog training. Show all posts

3/25/2014

Taking our cues

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Sometimes when I begin a post I have a fairly clear idea of where it's headed
and other times, as happened here, it veers off into another direction entirely.
This one has become an open thought, just some observations
about how connections can happen
and where they might lead,
so I'll leave it as that.

Backing up a bit, here's where my thoughts started ....



Michelle and "the boyz" had an impromptu practice session yesterday
so Isla and I headed over to the training facility to join them.
Working with our dogs is one of the great joys in our lives
and I'm certain it's the main reason M and I have became such good friends.

Sam, her Golden, is twelve years old now but still learning
new tricks.  This is a bit of platform training used in Freestyle
and Sam's just accomplished "four on" [all four paws square on the platform]
so he's been clicked for the positive behavior
and gets a yummy reward.


Benny, who's eleven, is learning verbal commands to understand
which platform M wants him on.  Here she's said, "Behind,"
and Benny has moved into position  -  M clicks
[clicker in her right hand] 
and will hand him a treat backwards.

Our dogs take turns - while one is on the floor working
the other dogs are enclosed in their crates or pens.
It's a great way for them to learn discipline while in close proximity to other dogs
and the crates also become their "safe spots" where they can always feel secure
and chill out if they need to.
We keep the exercises short & fast ... that way, the dogs stay fully engaged
and it's easier on the handlers, too, in the long run.

The dogs seem to love the practices as much as the humans.
We're building a mutual language through teamwork but perhaps best of all,
we're building comaraderie across species.



Here's the newest addition to M's doggy household, the spritely Border collie, Craig.
A youngster by comparison to his "old men" brothers,
he's barely three and believe it or not  HE  has become Isla's first boyfriend ... 
oh my, is she ever so sweet on the Craigster ... shamefully so.
They look like brother & sister - must get some portraits of them together soon
[more of that story another time].

Although he arrived with sheep herding skills under his withers,
M has some   additional plans   for this fine fella ...
as in
her next Agility companion.

So how might one teach a herding dog new tricks?
Practice, patience, practice, determination, patience, practice,
mixed together with a lively batch of hand signals,
verbal controls, body language
and endless amounts of positive reinforcement.


Taking the cue for "bow."

So far so good.
M is nothing short of focused & dedicated ... as for Craig,
OH what a happy dog he is !


After we finished, Isla and I headed to the beach.
I needed some stones for a project and anyway,
the bright afternoon was excuse enough to head outdoors.
We walked and walked 
and as the little stones clinked into my bag
I rewound thoughts from our day; 
about training, and learning ... how much dogs and humans have in common,
thoughts about how all of us take cues from our surroundings,
from what inspires, excites, 
and also from those who purposely or not
encourage us towards new directions.

Like Craig.




The beach experienced some leveling over winter which made for easy rambling.
Piles of driftwood were displaying their silvery lines
in the chilly sunshine, exposing their story, 
showing what they're made of ...



which reminded me of some lines back home.
This piece is finished now





and this stone is my next cue ...






7/30/2013

Putting one less-heavy foot in front of the other

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We're easing into high summer ... plentiful sunshine,
zero rain (33 days & counting), warm temps and mornings influenced by
an abundant marine layer.


It's splendid being out on the water,
especially when someone else is driving.





The islands are crawling with tourists now but back on our own patch


it's dozing as usual ...
and chores
like watching the beans grow





and the wild blackberries ripen.

I made a little decision back in April - a decision that I didn't want to carry around
any extra weight anymore.  A monumental [gulp, or so it felt] birthday was
looming on the horizon, so I decided to give myself one of the biggest
gifts there is ... a lighter foot-fall. 
No one but me could give this gift.
It was high time. 

My mom struggled with her weight all her life.  We have similar small frames and
neither of us very tall.  She used to say that she imagined her extra weight as
holding 10 pound bags of potatoes ... and then she'd set them down
one by one as she worked towards her goal.


Here's my favorite cheerleader for most any venture.

So I've set down one and a half bags so far ... think I might continue on
till I'm back to my college size.  The  *lightness*  is addicting,
not wanting those spare pounds to have the better of me, a driving force.
'Specially when I need to push wheelbarrows uphill, heft pruners hither & yon
for more hours than I wish to count
and well, we won't even talk about that dang lawn mower ...






In the meantime, the front field is all ready for the Dog Club get-together
and the girlies are being put through their paces ...





good thing I left some of those potatoes behind.





6/13/2012

Someone's turning three today...

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it's a BIG day.... because she's also graduating from 'Zoom to Zen'...
if ever there was a dog who needed a little less zoom and a lot more zen,
'tis our miz Quinn.

(Please remind me I said that when I'm wanting her to 
****zoom**** 
on the agility course in the future!)

You're awesome, Quinn...love ya to bits
May you never lose that amazing focus.

SMOOOOOCHES on that sweet nose...

Happy birthday, girlie!