Obedience School, Week 8 -- Graduation

This could also be titled, "The World's Most Overdue Post"

As you may know, The Eliminator graduated from Obedience School in December. The actual evening was very snowy, so only Reese (Paris Hilton's Vizsla), the crazy dog (who in truth is much less crazy these days), and The Eliminator were there.

The FINAL EXAM!!!! consisted of the following:

• Watch me
  
• Sit
  
• Lay
  
• Leave it & Take it
  
• Stay
  
• Come when called
  
• Trick of your choice
  

The Eliminator went first, and succeeded at all of the tasks as Kirsten the Trainer called them out. Reese and Formerly Crazy also succeeded, and everyone got their diploma.

By far, the most noteworthy event of the night came at the very end. As a special graduation treat, Kirsten the Trainer brought in servings of safe-for-doggies ice cream (who knew?) for each graduate. Reese and The Eliminator quickly lapped theirs up, but Formerly Crazy dog simply wasn't interested. She gave the ice cream a brief sniff and walked away.

Her human unit suggested that one of the other canines might want it, and someone (Paris, perhaps) suggested that Reese and The Eliminator share it. I was a bit uncertain about having two dogs try to eat ice cream out of the same bowl, but they were both on leashes so we approached carefully.

The two dogs began lapping at the ice cream, seeming to ignore each other. Reese, who I may have mentioned is easily distracted, soon got distracted and turned away. The Eliminator promptly grabbed the edge of the bowl in her teeth and took several quick steps to the other side of the room. When she'd gotten far enough from Reese, she set the bowl down and began lapping her newly liberated ice cream. Reese turned back to find, well, nothing.

I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time.

Obedience school was a great experience. The fact that The Eliminator is only slightly more well behaved is due in large part to the fact that she was already very well behaved (which we cannot take any responsibility for -- she came that way). What we learned was how to reinforce and build on her good behavior.

I'm sure we'll take the next class, and I'm sure I'll write about it here.

Obedience School, Weeks 6 and 7

Well, I’ve gotten a bit behind on Obedience School updates, so I’ll combine the updates for weeks 6 and 7

Week 6 is trick week! We learned (how to learn) three tricks: Three Card Monte, Shake, and Rollover.

Three Card Monte is simply a variation on leave it/take it. Once the dog has learned not to immediately take a treat that’s in front of her or him, the human unit first places a treat on the floor in front of the dog, then adds more treats. Ideally, the dog takes whatever treat you point at.

The Eliminator does OK at Three Card Monte, particularly if I quickly gather the treats she’s not supposed to take.

Shake works on the theory that most dogs will bat at a treat that is held in front of them. When the paw comes up, the human unit grabs it, shakes it, and shovels the treat into the dog. Most of the class participants confirmed the theory. The Eliminator, however, does not. She just sits there looking at me. I'm guessing that one day she'll just start doing it, so practice, practice, practice.

To make a dog rollover, you first have them lay, then entice them to roll in the direction they’re leaning (as dogs generally lay with one back leg more under their body and the other leg to one side). By holding a treat just under the dog's nose and moving it so that they have to turn their head and, well, rollover to get the treat, they’ll eventually roll.

All of the dogs seemed pretty equally matched (inept) on this one, except for Roxie the tiny Shitzu, whose human unit had worked with her on it previously.

Week 7 was simply a review of each of the things we’ve learned in preparation for, as the handout has it, FINAL EXAM!!!!

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.

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.

Obedience School, Week 3

On the way to class we stopped by the post office to pick up some stamps for work. The Eliminator and MrG waited in the car while PoMonkey went in to make the purchase. It was a cool but not cold Fall evening, so MrG opened the sunroof and cut off the engine while waiting. The Jeep was parked on the street in a “standing zone,” so the hazard lights were on, as was the radio. After 15 minutes or so, PoMonkey returned, and MrG turned the key to start the engine.

Click, click, click . . .

By the way the idiot lights in the instrument cluster dimmed, it looked like the battery might be dead.

It took about 30 minutes for a very nice gentleman from AAA to arrive, and another 30 or 40 minutes for him to diagnose a dead cell in the battery and swap it for one of the replacement batteries in the back of his pickup.

So we missed class.

Maybe Kirsten the Trainer will let us make up the missed class.

Stay tuned.

Obedience School, Week 2

Sorry this is late. As you may have heard, Mr. Ginger has been out of town (again).

As we pulled into the parking lot, we spotted the Vizsla dodging between cars, leash dragging along, human unit (possible hotel heiress) several steps behind. Once inside, Ms. Howard Johnson decided that rather than try harder, she would simply put the loop of the leash around her chair leg so that the canine could stray only so far.

This actually turned out to be fairly effective, as other attendees simply avoided what we might call her sphere of non-influence.

Within 20 minutes, Dominance Issues Duke had worked himself into such a froth that he literally frothed up his dinner. This led relatively quickly to the Shitzu following course. Later she “let it go” in the middle of the room, conveniently near the drain built into the middle of the floor. The Vizsla soon had a “go” too, but not near the drain. A mop was required.

Crazy dog seemed slightly less crazy tonight, at least until she spotted a cat on the other side of the glass wall of the training room. That’s right, one wall of the training room is glass, so that shoppers can look in on the goings on. While it might be great for selling people on the training classes, it does tend to hamper the actual training.

As for the evening’s lecture, it was kind of how-to dog-spa night. We learned about massaging our dog, brushing our dog’s teeth, and this unpleasantness.

Last week’s homework was to practice our praise phrase and “watch me.” Practicing the praise phrase involves repeating, in our case, “good girl,” while shoveling treats to the dog. We were told right up front that this would probably be the dog’s favorite training activity.

“Watch me” is similar, but it involves holding the treat near one’s own head and saying “watch me . . . watch me” before handing it over. This is some sort of attempt to get the canine to associate the term with gazing at the human head. Kirsten the trainer promises that it will be useful later.

Our in-class exercise was to perform the “watch me” in front of the group. The Eliminator did fine. Later, we had to trade canines with another human unit, perform “watch me,” and see how well the other dog did.

I ended up with Olive, who is just about twice The Eliminator’s weight. Most of the extra weight seems to be devoted to whatever muscle group powers tugging on the canine end of the leash.

This week’s homework: getting the dog to sit without saying the word. By holding a treat further and further over and towards the back of the dog’s head, the dog will eventually have to sit down. Ideally she will eventually associate the hand gesture with sitting and do it.

It really isn’t much of a problem getting The Eliminator to sit. Correctly assuming that sitting is basically the only command her human units know/understand, she sits whenever she wants something from us.

Obedience School

At 4:30 this morning I was up, showered, shaved, and dressed (even wearing a tie). That’s right faithful readers; I’m off to our nation’s capitol on the first flight of the day (more on that later).

So well before the butt-crack of dawn, I’m all dressed and ready, outside walking the dog, trying to remember what we decided our code word would be to encourage the dog to, well, do her business.

Having a ‘bathroom’ code word was one of the pieces of advice we received last night at our first obedience class.

There are five other dogs in our class. The cast of characters are:

• A male French bulldog named Duke who has "sharing and dominance issues." He was quite disruptive, growling and snarling at the other dogs all evening. He was an equal opportunity offender, pretty much snarling at every dog in the room. Interestingly, Duke’s human unit was the chattiest of the non-canines. I don’t know that there is any cause and effect, just an interesting correlation.
• A very small Shitzu whose name I cannot recall. She was well behaved when not being directly snarled at. She, like her human unit was pretty quiet.
• A young, energetic, and very friendly Vizsla, who was almost constantly pulling against her leash to go and meet/greet/play with the other dogs. In all honesty, her human unit didn’t seem to be trying all that hard. Imagine Paris Hilton with an untrained hound.
• A mutt whose human said upon entering the room, “I apologize in advance. My dog is crazy.” This was after our trainer had come in and asked us to all move to one end of the room because a dog who is very nervous around other dogs was on her way in. By the end of the night the dog was quite literally climbing the walls trying to get out of the training room.
• A pit bull mix named Olive (said her human, “because it’s my favorite food.” I don’t think this implies that she is considering eating her dog, but I’m not certain.) Olive was the only other dog accompanied by more than one human unit.

And, of course, Bailey. I may be a tad biased, but I think I call ‘em how I see ‘em. Honestly, Bailey and the Shitzu were by far the two best behaved canine units. The evidence for this is two fold: both dogs were at various times not only lying down quietly, but even laying on their backs for belly rubs. Second, they received the fewest treats. The dogs that were snarling and barking or responding to the snarling and barking got treats from the trainer to quiet them.

Our trainer is a young woman named Kirsten. She claims to have a small dog named Ella, but Ella wasn’t there. I’m not sure why I doubt that she even owns a dog, but I do.

As it turns out, the first night is all lecture, and it’s interesting to hear all of the conflicting dog advice. Someone mentioned that they heard a (somewhat) well-known dog trainer advise that you make your dog wait to eat until after you eat as a way to establish your dominance. I had heard the opposite: feed the dog first so he or she doesn’t beg for food while you eat. Kirsten the trainer said it doesn’t matter. I think we’ll keep feeding Bailey first.

Kirsten the trainer said that once your dog has peed and poo’ed you should go back inside. I heard that the dog will figure out that the fun of the walk ends when, well you know, and hold out as long as possible. Now I just don’t know.

At any rate, living in Chicago, Kirsten the trainer emphasized that in the dead of winter we will want to be able to get out and back in with the dog ASAP, and that having some key word or phrase that the dog associates with tinkling and doodling will be a welcome means of expediting the process. This I do not doubt. To make it work, whenever the canine [insert euphemism for uses the toilet], you say the word or phrase. Eventually the dog catches on (see Ivan Pavlov).

So last night PoMonkey and I discussed what word or phrase we might use. Kirsten the trainer had suggested “go potty,” the phrase she allegedly uses with Ella. (Again with the doubt. I just don’t know why.) Neither of us were huge fans of standing out in front of our condo building saying, “go potty.”

My take on this kind of thing is that it could literally be anything (dogs don't actually understand language), so I suggested the name of my new favorite TV show, Top Gear (which coincidentally has added a dog, known as Top Gear Dog, this season). We wisecracked through a few other options, but in the end, I told PoMonkey just to choose something and let me know.

4:30 am and I’m wracking my sleep-deprived brain trying to remember what she said. All I could come up with was eliminate, and for some reason I thought that I had to say it with my worst Governor of California impersonation – “You’re da eliminator and you must eliminate . . . ELIMINATE! ELIMINATOR!!”

On the way to the airport I related this story to PoMonkey, who reminds me that she chose the considerably less intense, let it go.

Ah, yes, let it go.

And so begins the adventure that is Obedience School. Seven more weeks to obedience bliss . . . Stay tuned.