Some thoughts on training – October 2011

Some months ago, I started to research the subject of dog training so that I could develop an effective training régime for Mickey and Millie.  I read a number of books on dog training, dog behaviour and dog psychology and augmented this by watching populist TV programmes, notably Victoria Stilwell’s “It’s me or the dog” and Cesar Milan’s “Dog Whisperer” series.  I even explored the option of undertaking training to qualify as a dog trainer or behaviourist.

I quickly discovered that there is a feud running between those experts who contend that dogs, descended from wolves, are pack animals and therefore require a human that must act within the dog’s perception as pack leader and those who point to more recent research to argue that a dog is very far removed from the wolf, cannot view a human as pack leader and is motivated exclusively by food provision. (I fear I have oversimplified the arguments on both sides but this summary must suffice for now.)  This feud completely splits the dog training community and is present from the populist through to the serious academic.

In reality, the core methods used by both camps have many similarities, so for the moment, I have deemed it helpful to dump the theories and concentrate on the points of agreement and the shared methods.  I have observed dogs for many years but do not profess to have any qualifications in the field of dog behaviour or even any special insight.  However to me, certain elements seems obvious:

  1.  Dogs have a very special relationship with humans which has evolved over many thousands of years; thus it is a long time since the ancestors of the domestic dog (canis familiaris) roamed in packs.  According to recent studies,  stray and feral dogs do not form into co-operating packs when left without humans.  Thus the pack concept doesn’t really work for me as such.  What I do believe in is a family concept.  A dog will become part of a family which may consist of humans, other dogs, cats and other pets.  It is only the environmental factors into which a young puppy is introduced that determines whether the cat and other pets are regarded as family or prey.
  2. I do not believe that dogs regard humans as pack leaders as a wolf might regard its senior pack member.  Thus training which is predicated on mimicking behaviours of a wolf pack leader will not work per se but may still be effective for other reasons.  What dogs do require is human leadership.  This differs from the concept of acting as a wolf pack leader.  Here we are not mimicking a wolf but providing all the characteristics of a good leader of people by giving clear instructions and displaying consistency, confidence, calmness and fairness.  Bearing in mind that a dog will read our body language as much if not more than listening to our voice, this has to be applied to all aspects of our behaviour including our stance, actions and visual commands. In short, we have to earn their respect as leader before we can expect them to do as we ask.  This shines a whole new light on training as it is us, the dog owners, who are on trial throughout the process. It is when such leadership is missing in a dog’s life that he becomes disorientated and starts to make up his own rules leading to inevitable “behavioural issues’.
  3. The way in which we interact with our dog will determine his behaviour.  For example, if we act in an excited manner, our dog will become highly excited; whereas if we are completely calm, our dog should remain calm.  Of course, this is not always the case, but if our dog rushes to greet us in an over-excited manner, we can still train him to remain calm by consistently ignoring him until he has calmed down; eventually he will get the message and approach in a calm way.

OK, enough of the lecture!  Suffice to say that Rosemary and I have tried to project a suitable leadership style to Mickey and Millie, concentrating on being calm and consistent with them.  Strangely, they don’t seem to care about pack theory and dominance and all those issues that the theorists get so tied up about.  But they do want to be led and they look to me for food, walks and games all of which I supply on my own terms.  That then is the basis of my training and through this approach Mickey has come a very long way in the nine months he has been with us.  He now greets us calmly and is generally calm around the house.  He is still liable to become over-excited when he is out but even here he has improved greatly.  Millie, who only came to live with us two months ago, has still a long way to go but she is showing clear signs of progress in her training.

The one area where progress has seemed slow to non-existent is in their pulling on the lead when out on a walk.  Both dogs walk to heel at their obedience class, round the garden and in the house.  But as soon as they decide that this is a walk and not an exercise, nothing will stop them.  I’ve tried a Halti, a Canny Collar, a ‘jingling bell’ and various other ‘magic cures’ and training aids but they either did not work or were only effective whilst they were being used and did not bring about a basic change in behaviour.  Back on the collar and lead, both dogs ‘pulled for England’ again.

In desperation I retuned to the training manuals and books and eventually discovered a book by a trainer called Dima Yeremenko.  Dima was brought up in the Ukraine and achieved spectacular results in his home country before moving to London at the break-up of the Soviet Union.  He now runs a training school in North London, which has achieved a very good reputation in dog training circles.  His premise is simple – ‘handfeeding‘.  Instead of feeding your dog from his bowl, you train him at each mealtime by rewarding him for positive behaviours with small quantities of his food, fed from your hand.  Dima suggests a programme of exercises and tricks to teach your dog for the duration of the régime, which can be as little as two to three weeks (although he suggests that this may need to be reinforced by occasional returns to the régime).  His programme involves a whole range of exercises and tricks for your dog to perform.  My requirement was much more simple – walking to heel.

I feed Mickey and Millie on kibble – about one third of their daily amount in the morning and two thirds in the evening.  I decided on a limited initial trial,  replacing their morning meal with a handfeeding régime but feeding them their evening meal as normal.  My theory was that I could extend the handfeeding régime to their evening meals if I felt it would be more effective.

They day before I was due to start the new régime I experimented by using handfuls of food to attract their attention and to move them to the right and to the left, then round in a circle, as described in Dima’s book.  Then the next day I took Mickey for a short road walk, rewarding him for walking to heel, waiting and sitting when instructed.  On my return I did the same with Millie.  I repeated this for three days with distinct success.  On day four, I took both dogs together.  Initially it seemed as though I had returned to ‘square one’ but I extended the walk and by the time I returned home they were walking well together without pulling on their leads, although needing frequent reminders about walking to heel.

After two weeks, they are walking each day with fewer reminders to heel and our walks have extended to include favourite old haunts with all their added distractions, such as the ‘Gallops’ where the local racehorses train and even fields with cattle and sheep – all without pulling.  It has become the joy to walk them that I had previously only dreamed about.  We are not completely there yet but well on the way and the morning “breakfast walk” has become an everyday feature that I may well continue as the dogs love it.

Never mind all the theories, in the end it was an entirely practical approach that worked.  Thank you Dima,

 

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Mickey & Millie go on holiday – September 2011

Spending some time in Cornwall each year has become something of a tradition for us.  For the past six years, we have rented a house in Port Isaac on the Atlantic Coast (this is where the TV series ‘Doc Martin’ is filmed). Our stay usually involves lots of eating and drinking in local hostelries, body boarding at Polzeath and cliff top walks.  This year, with Mickey and Millie in tow a very different holiday was in prospect and the surf boards and wet suits were left in the cupboard as we packed up the car.

Packing the car had itself presented new challenges: not only did Mickey and Millie’s transport arrangements take up the entire back seat but the large boot had to accommodate all the paraphernalia needed to support the two dogs for a fortnight in addition to all our luggage.  Packing the boot proved to be an exercise in advanced spatial awareness.

Mickey and Millie travel well in the car, apart from Millie’s propensity to bark at every pedestrian, cyclist, motor cyclist and horse rider that she sees.  Fortunately most of the journey was on motorways and dual carriageways so the opportunities to encounter such hazards was limited.   However, this didn’t stop her letting rip as we pulled into a service station for a lunchtime sandwich.

In previous years we had rented old rambling fishermen’s cottages but this year, for a change, we had decided to rent a modern purpose built holiday house on the top of the cliff in the newer part of Port Isaac.  It had the luxury of a parking space right outside and, of course, dogs were allowed to stay.  It proved a perfect solution for two dogs, with a large open plan ground floor area and a separate good sized utility room in which the dogs could have their beds.  The views from the front window were stunning, looking out over Port Isaac Bay.

The dogs settled into their new accommodation very quickly although I felt a little sorry for Millie who had only been with us for two weeks; not long enough to have worked out that ours was her permanent ‘forever home’.  Permanent home or not, Millie made it abundantly clear that she would defend our holiday home to the death and barked ferociously at everyone who passed out front window; which presented her with quite a task as we were in the first house in a private road of around ten houses.  Over the course of the holiday she calmed  down but never completely let go of her responsibility to ward off holiday makers – especially men in questionable shorts.

Whilst holidays seemed to be a new concept to Millie, Mickey knew all about them from his time in Bournemouth during July.  He knew that beaches meant sand, sea and lots of games.  In consequence, he was apt to get excited to the point of apoplexy whenever we arrived at a beach car park.  Keeping him calm wasn’t an option; keeping him more or less under control was the best we could hope for.  Fortunately, Cornwall has many beaches where dogs are allowed off lead and we had made a note of all in the area.  Once on the beach, we would scan for potential hazards, including other dogs kept on a lead, then if all was clear, we would slip both their leads – and watch them run off at high speed!

They always kept us within sight but their play together appeared rough to onlookers.  I guess two large black dogs running at high speed towards your precious little four legged friend may have appeared disconcerting but we were amazed how many so called dog lovers took protective and often disapproving stances as Mickey and Millie approached for a sniff and a game.  Millie, in particular would run for several hundred metres to see a dog on the far side of the beach and Mickey would chase after her like a good brother should!

We realised that they were in danger of getting either out of control or lost so we resorted to always taking balls with us onto every beach we visited.   With the prospect of a ball to chase, both Mickey and Millie immediately lost any interest in other dogs and became 100% focussed on the balls.  Fortunately we had brought a good supply of balls with us to Cornwall, as they rarely survived a session on a beach and frequently had to be replaced during the course of a single session as they disintegrated or sank in the sea without trace.

Cornwall in September is quiet compared to the school holidays but there are still a good many holiday makers, not to mention locals to contend with.  Millie’s barking is usually restricted to people passing the house and people outside the car but occasionally it extends to people she passes in the street, especially if they try and start a conversation with me or Rosemary.  During the two weeks of our stay, we worked on all aspects of this and met with limited success.  She calmed a little in the house, only barking at the louder passers by.  She improved somewhat when out walking on the lead.  But it was in the car that our lack of progress drove us mad.  It is exceedingly disconcerting trying to navigate a narrow busy Cornish village street or park in an awkward parking space if there is a dog barking and spitting in your left ear as if Satan himself was within a metre of the car.

Having tried to calm her by talking to her in a calm voice (absolutely no impact) we resorted to a Citronella Collar.  Three short journeys with the collar had worked with Mickey and cured his barking in the car – in fact even when apoplectic at a beach he usually managed to contain the noises he issued to a loud strangled warbling sound.  With high hopes, we attached the collar to Millie and turned it on.   On the first journey with the collar she barked once at each pedestrian we passed but then thought better of it.  We felt encouraged.  After a short while, the citronella ran out and she decided it was safe to vent her rage once again.  We refilled the device and tried again.  By now she had determined that citronella, whilst unpleasant, was clearly a lesser evil that allowing pedestrians to go unrebuked, so she ignored the growing cloud of lemon scented gas in the car and barked as loud and as extensively as it took to ward off the people passing outside the car.  Perhaps she thought that the, by now, concentrated citronella inside the car would also in some way discourage the pedestrians as well.

The authors of several dog training manuals suggest that the use of citronella collars is the ultimate and infallible way to prevent unwanted barking in the car.  Sorry guys, but I’ve got some bad news for you…..

There are many wonderful places to take dogs in this part on North Cornwall.  We found walks beside streams and rivers, disused railway tracks that have been turned into long distance footpaths, moorlands, hills and valleys and, of course, the amazing beaches.  In two weeks, we didn’t begin to cover them all.  We also found that most of the pubs were more than happy to welcome dogs, although with Mickey and Millie in tow we decided to eat in pub gardens rather than inside until the training regime had progressed a little further and we could be confident of keeping them both in a calm state.

The highlight of the holiday was over the middle weekend when our daughter Rachel and husband Steve joined us.  Rachel was keen to meet Millie and was soon helping with training both dogs.  It was particularly nice to be able to share the responsibility for the dogs between the four of us for a couple of days.   We took Steve and Rachel to some of our favourite places and they both fell in love with Cornwall and didn’t want to return home on Sunday night.

It was on the day after they left that Millie came into season.  Not having owned a bitch before, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, although I had previously read up about what to do in a book on dog care.  With an extremely poor and disastrously slow mobile internet connection I managed to track down and buy a pair of ‘dog pants’ with liners.  These arrived the next day and we used these to maintain hygiene around the house and in the car.  We were also more careful around other dogs (fortunately, Mickey was already neutered).   Although the pants were a little tedious to use, they were remarkably effective and saved the holiday.

The second week of our stay flew past and as with every visit we make, we left Port Isaac with a heavy heart, vowing to return.  Millie said goodbye by barking all the way up the road whilst Mickey looked at us with the pained expression that he does so well when Millie misbehaves.

 

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Mickey gets a little sister – August 2011

I have either done the best thing in the world, or completely taken leave of my senses!  Which one, is down to your point of view.   On Thursday, we took another little rescue dog home for a trial – well not so little, she is only slightly smaller than Mickey.  Her name is Millie and she is a sweet and affectionate collie cross.  Like Mickey she pulls on the lead and like Mickey she has a tendency to bark; in her case it’s at people she doesn’t know.  Great! One dog barks at other dogs (when he’s on his lead) and the other barks at people …. and as we quickly discovered, when one barks, the other is likely to join in.

For some weeks, we had been thinking about getting another dog as a companion for Mickey.  Mickey loves to play and constantly asks Rosemary or I to play with him in the garden and, of course, a lot of the time he is disappointed.  It occurred to us that he needed a doggy companion to expand his activities. When last week, our neighbours collected a Lurcher called Magic from Ruff Luck Rescue, (where Mickey came from), we let them play together in our garden and it simply reinforced this feeling. So we had another look round, especially at Ruff Luck.

Mickey is quite dominant with other dogs, so we realised that we should look for a bitch.  He also has high energy levels, so we needed a dog who could match his capacities to some extent.  We found Millie.  A little smaller than Mickey but with the collie characteristics, she seemed a good match.  I contacted Lisa at Ruff Luck and before long I was arranging with her fosterer, another Lisa (author of Harry’s Blog), for us to meet up to see how Mickey and Millie would get on together.

We drove the 70 miles to Glebe Farm Kennels and took the two dogs to the paddock.  They followed text book dog behaviour, first exploring the surroundings and then cautiously approaching each other and sniffing the appropriate places.  Then they played.  How could we not take her?  The paperwork signed,  she was in the car and driving home with us in no time.  Mickey and Millie sat together in their harnesses in the back of the car as if they were old friends.  En route home we stopped at ‘Barks & Purrs‘, our favourite pet store, for a bed, and a new collar and lead.  There was a lot of barking but the shop owner was very kind and said she was fine with it; I guess if you call your shop ‘Barks and Purrs’ you can hardly complain!

Millie

Once home, the two dogs went straight into the garden to work off some of their energy and to get to know each other some more.  Millie quickly found the stream and was splashing around in no time; both dogs were completely wet in minutes.  Their play was a little rough and I sensed they were competing for position but good natured nonetheless.

Once inside, Millie explored the house.  We fed them both and relaxed to try and calm her; naturally she was excited by her new and strange surroundings.

Mickey sleeps in our small utility room and we decided that they would be in too close proximity if both were to sleep in there, so we set up both their beds in the hall, with all the other doors closed (except of course the utility room containing their water).  When we went to bed, Millie sped upstairs and whined outside our door for some time. I remember Mickey doing this downstairs on his first night. She finally settled; whether this was outside our door or downstairs in her bed I have no way of knowing.

I spent a restless night wondering whether I had made a terrible mistake.  Would Millie enrich all our lives or would I have constant problems and end up spoiling my relationship with Mickey? Would Millie and Mickey settle their own relationship or would I have to return Millie to Ruff Luck?  I certainly didn’t want to have to admit failure and do this.

Next morning she was  waiting outside our bedroom door together with Mickey.  As I opened the door, they bounded into the bedroom and after a few abortive attempts by Millie to jump onto the bed (we pushed her off firmly with no recognition), they started to romp around the room, with their play again exhibiting an element of testing each other for dominance.

Mickey & Millie play in the garden

Day 2 and it was games in the garden in the morning and off to Pets at Home in the afternoon for essential supplies, including a Halti!  We parked outside the store and took both dogs in with us.  We were attended by an assistant called Jennifer who proved to be possibly the most patient person I have ever met.  Millie barked every time she saw another assistant or customer – and there were plenty of both roaming the shop.  Mickey joined in to keep her company.  Throughout the furore, Jennifer kept calm  and assured us that the cacophony was not a problem.  Although clearly not a problem for Jennifer, for me it did prove to be too much and Millie was returned to the car where she sat as good as gold while I concluded the shopping.

Next to the supermarket where Rosemary was to do the weekly shop while I looked after the dogs.  This was an opportunity for some practical training.  I fitted Mickey and Millie with their Halti collars and a link lead that I had just purchased and proceeded to walk them in tandem around the supermarket car park.  I purposely steered them past the main entrance where shoppers were coming and going with their trolleys.  Both dogs walked to heel (well almost) and there was no barking from either. So far so good.  A few yards from the main entrance, I instructed both dogs to sit and waited as people walked past us back to their cars.   After a short while, Millie started barking;  then Mickey decided to join in; then Millie told Mickey off for barking in a very aggressive way – which I thought was a bit unfair as she had started it!  This aggression worried me, so we carried on walking round the car park.  This incident apart, the fact that we had walked through a busy car park for over half an hour without Millie reacting was a great step forward for her but clearly there was work to do.

Later, I emailed Lisa at Ruff Luck for advice about the aggressiveness.  She reassured me that this was natural behaviour, that one of her dogs occasionally warns the other aggressively and that it looks worse than it is.  I had to admit that in all other respects – at home, in the car and on walks – during the 24 hours that Millie and Mickey had been together, they appeared to get on really well.

Back at home, they played together again and then spent the rest of the evening lying close to each other in the living room.  It had been an eventful 30 hours since we first saw Millie but as I watched them lying together I concluded that giving her a home had definitely been the right thing to do.

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Mickey stays with friends and goes duck hunting – June/July 2011

It’s been a while since my last post, so I guess there is some catching up to do.

When Mickey first came to live with us, we bought a soft crate to put on the back seat of my saloon car to transport him as safely as possible.  At the beginning of June, I decided to abandon the crate and bought a rear seat cover with a rigid support across the footwell, a thin crate mattress (for comfort) and car harness that attaches to the seat belt catch.  This gives Mickey greater freedom and means that I regain full visibility from my rear view mirror.  Mickey seems to like this new arrangement and doesn’t even mind being secured by the harness – most of the time.  However, whenever he senses that a walk is imminent, he works himself up into an overexcited state which ends up in uncontrolled barking.  I have assumed this behaviour is the result of being secured as he only otherwise barks when he is on his lead and sees another dog.  Driving a car with a dog barking at full volume about three inches from your ear is disconcerting, to say the least.  Nothing, least of all talking to him in a calm voice (I think I still managed calm), seems to work.

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Our main attention during May and June was focused away from Mickey. My daughter, Rachel married Steve in Bournemouth on 25 June, so from around mid-May the wedding preparations started to consume most of our spare time.

Steve & Rachel's cat, Layla

Three weeks before the wedding we took Mickey down to stay with Rachel, while Steve was away on his stag weekend.  As before, Mickey was mesmerized by Layla, Rachel’s tortoiseshell rescue cat but we managed to keep them separated while we prepared name labels, constructed boxes for wedding favours and prepared the order of service.  Back home, all the activity meant that Mickey rather missed out on walks, although he did get a lot of exercise chasing balls and his ‘indestructible’ frisbee in the garden.

For three days over the wedding, Mickey was booked into Happy Woofers, near Poole. Given his separation anxiety and barking issues, I was becoming increasingly nervous about how he would cope with staying in a strange house with people and dogs he didn’t know.  After the wedding Rosemary, Mickey and I were staying in Steve and Rachel’s house providing house sitting and cat minding services until they returned from Honeymoon.

Two days prior to the wedding we set off – in two cars to accommodate luggage, wedding clothes, dog and supplies.  Arriving in Bournemouth, I drove straight to Happy Woofers, feeling anything but happy.  Sarah, who runs Happy Woofers from her home, took Mickey in and settled him.  Although Sarah had already made copious notes about Mickey’s routine at our previous visit, we had a further discussion about his needs.  Then the time came for me to leave him.  I suggested that Sarah should distract him whilst I let myself out.  I drove to Steve & Rachel’s house with a heavy heart.

Later that evening, I received a text from Sarah, letting me know that Mickey had settled in well, eaten his meal and played with the other dogs in the house.  Sarah sent me further texts over the three days reassuring me that Mickey was settled and enjoying his stay.  I found I was able to enjoy the wedding with complete confidence in Mickey’s care and wellbeing.  When I finally went to collect him, he came up to me, sniffed me and returned to his new pals.  Why had I spent three months worrying that he wouldn’t cope?  Dogs have an uncanny knack of putting their owners in their place!

Sarah and her family did a wonderful job; they care passionately about dogs and I would not think twice about leaving Mickey with them again.  I just wish they were nearer to my home here in Gloucestershire.

Meanwhile, the wedding day arrangements all went perfectly and even the weather was all we wished for.

Rachel & Steve leave the church

With Steve and Rachel married and on their Honeymoon, we started to clear the devastation left behind in their house – wedding dress, dress covers, shoe boxes, presents, packaging, envelopes, empty wine and champagne bottles from pre-wedding celebrations, not to mention everything cleared from the reception and dumped in their front room and flowers – everywhere.

..... and arrive at the reception in style

It took several days to completely tidy up but long before we had finished we were looking for local places to take Mickey for walks; after all if we were staying in Bournemouth for over two weeks, we were going to make it a holiday.

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The beaches from Christchurch to Studland are classified into those where dogs cannot go, those where dogs may be taken on a lead and those where dogs can run free. This is specified by beach name, groyne number and other references and varies by time of year, so a PHD in official timetable interpretation is essential.  Eventually, we managed to work out the beaches where we could take Mickey up to 30 June, and then those where we could go from 1 July.

Mickey loves the sea

The nearest ‘dog’ beach was near Alum Chine and we went there twice.  Mickey loves to retrieve balls from the sea and could probably keep going all day, if we let him.  After about half an hour of splashing through the waves, he was keen to carry on but Rosemary and I decided it was time to find a cafe for a cup of coffee.  Nearby there was just the place; a restaurant serving coffee under an awning, just off the promenade.  Beside our table was a thoughtfully provided dog water bowl;  Mickey took a large drink whilst we slowly consumed our coffee.   I guess the fresh water and sea water that he had swallowed didn’t mix but the whole lot was suddenly deposited on the ground beside our table.  Although I sluiced it down before leaving, I didn’t feel that our return would be welcomed by the establishment.

The second visit to the same beach some few days later, resulted in an explosion from Mickey’s other end.  Decency requires that I say no more but that proved to be our final visit to any beach during our stay.

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Mickey on Canford Heath

Our search for somewhere to take Mickey for walks led us to Canford Heath; a one thousand acre area of heathland hidden by main roads and housing estates.  This huge area, so near Bournemouth and Poole, seems to be all but unknown outside dog walking and horse riding circles.  It is an area where it’s perfectly possible to get completely lost – thank heaven for mobile phones with built-in satnav!  We took Mickey for several walks here and found something different on each occasion.

The quest for different places to walk also led us to a small area of parkland, designated as a nature reserve, near Christchurch.  We arrived in the car park and set off with Mickey off-lead, round a small lake, across the open parkland and through a wooded area which bought us back to the car park.  It turned out to be very small and completely surrounded by houses.  We did two circuits, the second one in a figure of eight for variety.  We headed back to the car, round the back of the small lake which was almost completely obscured by trees and bushes.  Unfortunately the lake was not completely obscured and through a small clearing, Mickey sighted ducks on the bank.  This was dinner and he was off – ignoring my calls to STAY, COME and finally (by this time in desperation) LEAVE!  He also ignored the signs about ‘responsible dog ownership’ and ‘taking special care to protect wildlife’.  Although I could not see what was happening, I heard a lot of splashing ,flapping and quacking.  Finding a larger clearing, I discovered Mickey in the water on the other side of the lake; fortunately he had not caught anything. I called him and he swam across the lake, emerging by a sign that read “CAUTION – VERY DEEP WATER”.  We made another very hasty exit.

Our time in Bournemouth up, we packed to come home.  Steve and Rachel returned with great tales of safaris in Kenya and relaxation in Mauritius and, no doubt, a sense of relief that house and cat were still in one piece.

As a footnote, while we were away we think we found an answer to Mickey’s in-car barking – we bought him a Citronella anti-bark collar. I don’t really like using anything like this for training and certainly wouldn’t use it long term but decided that used for a very limited period, it might break the behaviour pattern as nothing else seemed to work.  I am always hesitant about claiming success after so short a time but suffice it to say it appears to have had the desired effect.   We can now take him in the car without it and he controls his excitement to avoid barking.  His barking at other dogs we are tackling through a reward based regime and that too seems to be working.  He really is such a willing student.

 

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Mickey wins even more prizes – an update

At his Obedience Class today, Mickey was awarded a 2nd place rosette for the “Starting Out” obedience class and a 4th place rosette for the “On the Way” obedience class from last Saturday’s dog show.  Well done Mickey!

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Mickey wins more prizes – May 2011

We decided early on we should take every opportunity to socialise Mickey with other dogs. These include walks round our local town, obedience classes and dog shows. Despite this, he continues to bark when he comes within range of dogs that he doesn’t know on leads and when he gets bored, as we discovered at the Ruff Luck Dog Show. He is also still showing signs of separation anxiety when Rosemary and I don’t stay together when we are out. I remain confident that it is only by placing him in these situations and demonstrating that he has nothing to fear that we can make any progress with resolving these issues with him.

So it was that on 7 May we set out for the Evesham and District Dog Training Club’s Dog Fun Day. The day didn’t start well. After weeks of constant sunshine, the 7th of May was the day it decided to rain. It rained as we let Mickey out first thing, it rained as we ate breakfast and it rained as we loaded the car. It was still raining as we set off and only got heavier as we arrived.  It seemed very quiet and we wondered whether the event had been cancelled.  However, someone had optimistically set up two rings outside and we found everyone huddled inside drinking tea and eating cakes; it was at least doing wonders for cake sales. Once inside, true to form, Mickey started barking so I decided to take him for a walk around the field. Halfway round, the heavens opened and it rained harder than ever, forcing me to take a feeble attempt at shelter under a tree. By this time I was wet through, despite my waterproof jacket and worse still my shoes were leaking and my feet squelched in them as I walked. Mickey, meanwhile, ran about without the slightest concern, despite his ‘half-drowned’ appearance. We decided to abandon the walk and head back to the hall. The ‘Fun’ dog show was a long way from living up to its name.

Back in the hall, we entered Mickey in two classes; ‘Best Crossbreed Dog’ and ‘Best Rescue’ as well as Obedience classes ‘Starting Out’ and ‘On the Way’. By the time we had enjoyed a coffee and a cake, the rain had stopped and with even a hint of sunshine on the horizon, the whole aspect changed.  Everyone spilled outside to enjoy the day.

As well as the events in the two rings there were ‘Stop Dog’ and ‘Fastest Recall’ competitions.   Mickey quickly became bored and started barking at every opportunity so, to distract him, I entered the ‘Stop Dog’ competition.  All Mickey had to do was stop, during a recall, on a mat positioned halfway along the recall track.  He does this in training, reasonably well. On his first attempt he nearly stopped on the mat, sniffed it, but evidently decided that a wet rubber mat was no place to lie down so he kept on coming.  On his second attempt he lay just off the mat, which was acceptable but to prove he could do it properly I instructed “On the mat Mickey” and he got up turned around and lay down completely on the mat – to great acclaim from the judges. This won him a rosette.

Mickey now took to the ring for Best Crossbreed Dog, it was a small field but he won first prize. A little later in an even smaller field, he also won first prize in the Best Rescue.

However, it was in the two obedience classes that Mickey really performed at his best and completed each exercise perfectly. We are waiting to hear if he has won another rosette for either of these as we left before the points were totalled.

Mickey continues to impress me with his intelligence and eagerness to learn. He really wants to ‘work’ even if this work is chasing balls or competing in obedience tests. He gets bored and frustrated when he is left standing on his lead whilst other dogs are ‘working’ – and when he gets bored and frustrated ….. he barks.  If there had been an award for the dog who barked the most at the Fun Day, Mickey would have won it paws down!

 

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Mickey goes to the seaside – Easter 2011

My daughter Rachel, who lives in Bournemouth, is getting married in June and Mickey is going to stay for three days with a delightful family in nearby Poole who, trading as ‘Happy Woofers ‘ provide dog walking and dog home boarding services.  They board a maximum of two dogs and usually just one.  Although we have booked him in, we wanted to visit to assure ourselves that this was the right place for Mickey.

On Good Friday, we set off for Bournemouth to spend Easter Weekend with Rachel and her ‘affianced’ Steve.

Rachel hadn’t yet met Mickey and had been pressing me for pictures; she was dying to meet him.  However, Rachel has a rescue cat, Layla and our initial challenge was how to get Mickey and Layla to live in harmony, or failing that, how to keep them apart.  From the start Mickey showed an interest in Layla but we couldn’t tell whether this was as a potential playmate or as a tasty snack. Layla, a small cat, was amazingly brave and even taunted the dog when separated by the glass garden door.  Mickey was simply mesmerised and couldn’t avert his gaze from her; he just stood and stared without blinking.  His interest did seem to be more curiosity than predatory but we couldn’t take any chances.  For the most part, Mickey stayed downstairs and in the garden and Layla had control of the hall, stairs and first floor.  This seemed to work.

On Saturday morning we took Mickey to visit Sarah at Happy Woofers.  Sarah took detailed notes about Mickey’s routine and general character and we tried leaving him with her whilst we filled out her form.  Mickey was a little anxious but started to settle, so we felt confident that he would be happy staying the three nights in June.  We were more than confident in Sarah and her arrangements for Mickey and only feared that she might set expectations of a lifestyle that we will be unable to sustain when we return home.

Later, towards the evening, we took Mickey to the beach.  One thing about a rescue dog is that you cannot tell what his previous experiences have been, good or bad, so we had no idea whether he had been to a beach before.  Our timing and choice of beach was obviously a popular one and there were a number of local dogs playing on the beach and in the
sea.  Mickey was first attracted by the sight of the other dogs and then noticed the sea.  At first, he seemed a little unsure about the waves that chased him up the beach but when I produced a ball, this was all he needed to plough into the waves.  I threw the ball cautiously at first, just a few feet into the sea and he splashed in fearlessly.  I should have guessed that he would love the sea, he certainly loves splashing into the stream that flows the length of our garden at home and lying down in the deepest part he can find in the relatively shallow, if fast flowing, water.

Gradually I increased the distance until he was swimming a few strokes to recover the ball
before splashing out of the waves and shaking himself all over everybody within range.  He clearly loved this game and kept returning, dropping the ball at our feet for another go, until the ball was chewed to the point it split and so sank beneath the breaking waves.  He searched fruitlessly for the ball until I produced another and we took him up the beach to the field behind where we threw more balls to try and dry him before getting back into
the car.  I was concerned that he might have swallowed a surfeit of sea water and he certainly drank several litres of fresh water over the course of the evening but there didn’t seem to be any ill effects.  He is clearly going to love his two weeks in Cornwall later
this year.

The photographs are courtesy of Steve who took some brilliant shots on the beach.

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Mickey shows off – April 2011

Mickey goes for Silver

On 2nd April we took Mickey to Norton & Lenchwick Village Hall for his Bronze test under the Kennel Club Good Citizen Scheme.  We were by no means certain that he would pass; he was used to performing (and behaving) with the familiar dogs at class but would he bark when asked to perform with dogs he didn’t know or would he be distracted and fail to perform his practiced routines.  We took our seats and were amazed at the number of dogs taking part; there were around 20 dogs entered for the test.  Surely this would be too much for Mickey. We needn’t have worried.  Mickey sailed through, performing every test perfectly, even those we had been somewhat uncertain about. He was awarded his certificate and rosette. I decided to enter him for his Silver test, after all we had practiced all these tests as well.

There were eight dogs entered for the Silver Test and after a short break we set off down the road for the “Street Walk” test. This went well.  Next we had to demonstrate that Mickey could get into and out of a car in a contolled way; he does this all the time so no problem.  Back into the hall.  One by one he got through all the remaining tests and by now my confidence in our achievement was total. The very last test was a two minute stay, something he had done on countless occasions.  We walked into position, Mickey looked up and through the window he saw the dogs waiting for the Gold Test who were playing on the grass, no doubt to run off surplus energy just as we had done earlier with Mickey. This was too much; he wanted to join them.  His concentration was lost and there was to be no recovery; on the command “down” he simply stared out the window; on the command “stay” he ran to the window.  All hopes of his Silver Rosette evapourated.

Despite this we all returned proudly with Mickey’s Bronze Rosette and he wore it for commemerative photographs on the lawn before retiring inside for a celebratory bowl of champagne (well, a lick of sparkling wine actually). 

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Mickey wins his Bronze Award

Ruff Luck Rescue Dog Show

Running a dog rescue centre is something I simply couldn’t imagine doing.  The highs and the lows must almost be too much to bear.  One dog will be put to sleep tomorrow unless he is collected today, another has been so badly mistreated that his behavioural problems mean that you cannot imagine anyone being prepared to take him on, a third is leaving today to go to a perfect home, a fourth has been returned from his “perfect home” because his new owners do not understand even the basics of dog owning. And running all this costs money – kennelling, food, vets bills, travel costs and so on.  Lisa and Angela who run Ruff Luck Rescue truly amaze me as do all the people who give their time to help them. Ruff Luck raise money from contributions and through a number of fund raising events but it must be a constant challenge to stay afloat.  Two very popular events are the Spring and Autumn fun dog shows.  Rosemary, Mickey and I set off to attend our first Ruff Luck Rescue Dog Show.

On arrival I was amazed at how many people had turned out.  We let Mickey out the car and he was overwhelmed; everywhere you looked there were dogs.  This shouldn’t have been a great surprise, after all it was a dog show.  We entered Mickey for six classes on the basis that it would be good experience for him, if nothing else.  The mistake we made was that four of them were consecutive.

Mickey put up with standing still in a ring full of dogs for the first class – Handsome Dog.  He stood still patiently until the judging was complete and we filed out of the ring.  After a short break came Best Crossbreed and we returned to the ring where Mickey soon became bored …  and cross.   Mickey did what he always does in these circumstances, he barked.  His message to me was simple: “I’ve had enough of standing around here, I want to go and play”.  He didn’t understand why I ignored his demands and insisted that we stayed not only to the end of this class but for three more in succession as well.  He really was a “cross” breed.

His moment of glory did finally arrive.  When the Best Ruff Luck Rescue Dog/Bitch class was called, each dog was brought to the middle of the ring in turn and Lisa said a few words.  When his turn came, Mickey proudly walked into the middle of the ring, I instructed him to sit and Mickey duly refused.  We returned to our place but to my great surprise Mickey was awarded fourth place – a second rosette for his collection.

Finally Mickey got his true reward, which was the best part of the day for him; he was let off the lead in the field to fetch balls for ten minutes.  He had more ball fetching in the garden when he arrived home, plus the customary cooling off sessions in the stream.

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Mickey wins a rosette at the Ruff Luck Rescue dog show

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You CAN teach an old dog new tricks – March 2011

Mickey goes to school

One of the first things we decided to do for Mickey was to take him to dog obedience classes.  These classes are, in my opinion, wrongly named as they do not exist to train the dog but rather to train the dog’s owner and in this respect they fulfil a great public service. Far too many dog owners have little or no idea how to treat their canine companions and, in consequence, there are many incapable owners and even more confused and thus ‘badly behaved’ dogs.

We enrolled Mickey at Evesham & District Dog Training Club in a newly established class for the older puppy; that is dogs from around one to two years. The benefit of these classes would be that I would learn how to train Mickey whilst he would socialise with other dogs, hopefully curing him of his need to bark at other dogs when on the lead.  The classes are held in Norton and Lenchwick Village Hall which is a modern well equipped building adjacent to two large fields where the dogs can run free before and after class.

Rosemary and I both attended Mickey’s first class.  As the dogs assembled outside, waiting for the previous class to end, Mickey started to bark.  He barked outside, he barked as we took him into the hall and continued to bark as about eight other owners sat in a row with their impeccably behaved dogs. He carried on barking intermittently throughout the hour long class and by the end I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Kay, the instructor suggested a variety of techniques over the first couple of weeks but nothing seemed to work.  Two weeks later she brought with her an aerosol spray which contains a safe inert gas.  This is sprayed close to but away from the dog to deter bad behaviour; its theory is that the hiss it produces mimicks the hiss used by birds and animals in nature to signal a warning.  A couple of squirts of the can and Mickey stopped barking.  It hasn’t stopped him barking when he is out on the street but he rarely barks at other dogs in class anymore. As a footnote, I have stopped using the spray as its effectiveness proved limited after the initial shock value.

Over the weeks Mickey proved that when he concentrates he is a quick learner and is often the star pupil.  He even walks reasonably well to heal and is very good at staying for one and even two minutes. He has proved exceptionally good at the “stop dog” command where you call your dog and stop him halfway.  Mickey and I practice in the garden a lot; it’s the competitive streak in me I guess.

We have put Mickey in for his Bronze Test under the Kennel Club Good Citizen Scheme.

The Dog Listener speaks

This month I also discovered “the Dog Listener” aka Jan FennellAs with all dog training gurus she has her ardent fans and some harsh critics. I ordered three of her books: “The Dog Listener”, “The Practical Dog Listener: The 30-Day Path to a Lifelong Understanding of Your Dog” and “The Seven Ages of Your Dog: A Complete Guide to Understanding and Caring for Your Dog, from Puppyhood to Old Age”. I read each cover to cover, as did Rosemary, and we immediately tried to put her techniques into practice.  Her basic premise is really simple: to establish yourself as the pack leader you need to communicate certain specific signals to your dog in a totally consistent way.  At first these are applied quite extremely but once your dog is responding, they can be relaxed but never completely abandoned.  Once you have established yourself as leader, your dog should choose to do as you ask without needing any coercion.  Jan’s methods are based on treating your dog with love, respect and kindness; there is no cruelty of any sort involved. After a week there was clear improvement and even Mickey’s pulling on the lead reduced, although he still seems to need to walk one pace ahead, which we are still working on.

 I’m not sure that Jan Fennell’s techniques fit all circumstances; I tend to feel that some dogs have deeper issues that her methods don’t penetrate.  However, there is no doubting the thoroughness of her research, her years of practical experience and the soundness of her basic premise.  If all dog owners religiously followed her methods there would be relatively few badly behaved, confused and unhappy dogs, so she gets my vote.

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