Obedience School, Week 5

Not much to report this week. It’s mostly review and practice (and more practice). The only two things worth noting are (1) I’ve finally learned that the Vizsla’s name is Reese, as in Reese’s peanut butter cups (pronounced ree-see). I was able to learn this because only Olive, Reese, and The Eliminator were in attendance this week.

(2) Remember last week’s epiphany about rewarding every single act of obedience with both a treat and praise? At 3:00 the morning after our practice and more practice class, The Eliminator barfed up all of the Cheerios we given in reward. We’re rethinking rewards.

Next week: trick week.

New Stem Cell News

As you may know, MrG is associated with people who know people who know stuff about all the stem cell and bioethics goings on we hear so much about these days. MrG checked with his people so that he could let you know the low down on the newest news.

MrG’s sources report that it’s good, good, good news. Perhaps MrG’s friends at one of the big family research council groups captured it best: No Embryos, No Cloning, No Eggs--No Problem!

People who tend to get it right on these issues, IMHO, include these people, this guy, these people, and, frankly, this guy.

I’m a Winner

The social committee for our condo building threw a get acquainted party yesterday afternoon at a nearby eatery/hangout. One of the drawing cards was the promise of a raffle, with the caveat that you must be present to win.

My raffle ticket was 035.

I won a gallon of BBQ sauce, a Chicago Tribune tote bag, key chain, and a lighted message fan -- SUBSCRIBER . . . ADVANTAGE . . . FANATIC . . .

A gallon . . . 126 servings . . . 9.5 pounds . . . of Cattlemen’s Smokey Barbecue Sauce . . . “It’s great straight from the jug!”

So send in your recipes that call for BBQ sauce. I only have until July 25, 2008.

Obedience School, Week 4

To make up for missing week three, we got to class 30 minutes early. PoMonkey talked with Kirsten the Trainer late last week, and she told us that if we could come in early she would go over the information we missed. Over the course of the half hour, as our classmates came in, it became clear that we were not the only ones to miss last week. In fact, only the Vizsla and the crazy dog were there for week three.

Olive, for example, came down with an eye infection, and the vet ordered her not to have contact with other dogs. Perhaps it was the ensuing loneliness that drove Olive to eat a pair of underwear necessitating a visit to the canine emergency room late in the week.

The improved student-teacher ratio seemed to be a big help for the two who did attend week three. The crazy dog seems much, much, less crazy, and the Vizsla got a new harness to help cut down on the pulling. It’s a contraption that loops around the front legs in such a way that as the dog pulls harder, the harness presses on the front legs, eventually collapsing them. It seemed to help.

If we had been there for week three we would have learned about:

• Loose leash walking with sit
• Socialization
• Take it & leave it
• Drop it
• Down

In week four, we learned to combine loose leash walking with take it & leave it, come when called, and stay.

At some point during the evening, I realized that during the training phase, every single act of obedience must be rewarded with both a treat and praise. Even as I fully realized it, I remembered being told it in week one. For whatever reason, I’ve been trying to use only occasional treats (but praising each obedience), so we haven’t been progressing as quickly as we might.

Week three’s drama involved bull(y)dog Duke. He and his human unit were sitting between the Shitzu and the crazy dog, and Duke snarled, growled, and barked at each of them in turn. The Shitzu is maybe 10% of Duke’s size, but always stands her ground. Crazy dog can only be distracted for so long before beginning to bark. And bark and bark and bark. This requires major intervention: treats all around, distraction techniques, physically blocking the dogs from seeing each other, etc.

About half way through the class, Duke and his human unit crossed the room to the water dish, as all of Duke’s snarling, growling, barking, etc. had left him parched. After lapping up a bit of water, Duke couldn’t resist the chance to snarl at Olive, who was closest to the water bowl (and three times his size). Not one to put up with such nonsense, Olive slapped at Duke, cutting his snout.

Olive’s human units apologized profusely, while Duke’s human unit insisted that the fault lay entirely with Duke. While Duke went out to get some salve for his snout, we continued with class, practicing our commands.

It turned out that Duke’s injury wasn’t too bad, but he didn’t return until class was ending. Duke’s human talked with Kirsten the Trainer about the possibility of transferring to a class with fewer opportunities for domination students.

So we're half way through beginner education. Time for mid-term evaluation. Here’s how I think The Eliminator’s doing:

• Watch me: more easily distracted than I’d like, but probably about where we should be at this point
  
• Potty Training: no problems at all (thankfully). Whoever had her before did all of the work on this (thanks again).
• Crate: just within the last week The Eliminator has started to go in on command. It may help that we now provide her with a frozen, applesauce filled KONG each day after she gets in the crate.
• Loose leash walking: The Eliminator walks on a loose leash when she wants to, which thankfully is most of the time. But this needs more work.
• Sit: she sits almost all of the time that we ask, but every once in a while she resists, mostly when we’re outside. And sometimes she sits when we’re trying to do something else.
• Loose leash walking with sit: I realized today that I haven’t worked with The Eliminator enough on this. PoMonkey has emphasized this more on her walks.
• Socialization: needs improvement. She tends to lunge at other dogs (often crouching low to the ground and swinging wide of them in some sort of flanking maneuver), and a few humans. For about 1/3 of the humans she meets, she growls and barks. Another 1/3 are fine, and 1/3 she ignores. We can’t discern any pattern to the humans.
• Take it & leave it: The Eliminator is doing very well at this, but we’ve worked on it more, and it always involves a treat (the take it).
• Drop it: The Eliminator does well with this, and it seems like something else someone previously put some time into.
• Down (lay): as long as there’s a treat, she not only lays down, but actually dives for the floor. There is often a loud thump as her front elbows hit the hardwood floor. I haven’t gotten it to work without a treat yet.
• Stay: I’d guess she’s right where she needs to be on this. Not perfect, but definitely coming along. We can get six or eight feet away without problem, most of the time.
• Combining loose leash walking with take it & leave it: Hmmm, haven’t tried this one, and in fact I’m just seeing it on the handout.
• Come when called: She does pretty good with this, but it’s going to take some work to get where we need to be with it.

To be halfway through, I'm fairly pleased with where we are. I've goofed a bit with the treat thing, and we did miss a week of class. But now that I’ve (re)learned that I need to use more treats and refreshed my memory about what we need to be working on, I suspect we will quickly make up the lost ground.

Car Shopping (Updated)

After much research, we set out for a (somewhat) nearby car dealer. Our research indicated that the car that best met our priorities was the Scion xD. In addition, Scion advertises itself as “no haggle,” offering what it calls “Pure Price,” eliminating one of the things that MrG hates most about car shopping.

Pure Price does not eliminate the haggling over the trade in.

We arrived at the dealership and were accosted greeted by a salesman. He connected us with a Scion Specialist, who took our basic info, then pressed us to commit to completing a sale today.

I assured him that if we could make all of the numbers work, we would be buying.

We tuned over the keys to our SUV for an appraisal, and the Scion specialist took us to the lot to look over their inventory and choose one for a test drive. As it turned out it wasn’t too difficult to make a selection.

They had only one xD on the lot.

It was silver with automatic transmission (perfect), with black cloth interior (acceptable), and the single optional add-on of traction control (might be useful).

We went for a drive. The car handled well and rode okay, although it was a bit rougher than I expected. Road noise was a bit more than I expected too. But it’s a small car, and the reviews rate it good in its class.

So when we returned to the dealer, we were eager to hear what the appraiser had to say about our trade.

1/3 of what I expected.

It seemed clear that we were not going to reach a deal.

Was it extreme negotiating? Incompetence on the part of the appraiser? An attempt to take advantage of someone who might not know what his car is worth? A get lost?

I don’t know and honestly I don’t care. It was clear that we weren’t going to reach an agreement. I asked for the keys back three or four times before they were handed over so that we could leave.

We went to another, truly no haggle (but used only) dealership, who presented us with a written offer—good for seven days—for about half of what I originally expected. It’s possible that my research is suspect, but more likely that there simply isn’t much of a market for used SUVs, at least in the city of $3.20 gas.

So we’re rethinking our priorities and our options.

I’ll keep you posted.

UPDATE: the Scion Specialist called back and offered 80% of what I expected to receive on the trade. However, the offer was via a “friend at a competing dealership.” I’m not sure what’s going on, and it doesn’t mater. We’re not in a position where we must change vehicles, so I’m not inclined to accept this offer.

More Soon

On Wednesday MrG finally got sick enough to go to the doctor for the first time since 2003 or 2004. This marks him as very healthy, very foolish, clueless about preventative medicine, or some combination.

Anyway, two prescriptions, a sheet full of homeopathic recommendations, and two solid days of rest and MrG is feeling quite a bit better. And he’s way behind at work.

All that to say, MrG is planning to write and post an obedience school update over the weekend.

Also, he’s planning to go car shopping on Saturday. He and PoMonkey have decided the time has come to trade in the SUV for something smaller, easier to drive/park in the city, and better on gas (average Chicago gas price currently $3.20).

MrG loathes car shopping.

Keep him in your prayers.