Debby on…a Sunday morning

I should be getting my tax stuff together. There’s no reward in doing that. I won’t be getting money back. If I don’t, however, I’ll be punished. The IRS has punished me enough, thank you. I certainly don’t want them in my life, on my back, again. So, I’ll do it. I’ll do it with resentment, but I’ll do it.

Makes me think about how dog training has evolved over the years. In the past, training centered more around punishment than motivation. Routine obedience classes required a choke collar. The dog was taught through corrections, then praised. Food motivators were a no-no. In about 1995 clicker training was introduced to the canine world. I was so excited to learn the scientific principles and the techniques! Because Lhasa Apsos whole heartedly resist ‘do it or else’ situations, I had long ago tweaked my own methods of training. Positive reinforcement is the term for what I used, but I didn’t know that then.

Mom died in 1997. For lots and lots of reasons I wish she were alive. I think she would have integrated new methods into her obedience classes. While I embraced conformation, mom remained focused on obedience. She was well-known through the area for her obedience classes.

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I came upon these photos while doing homework for the Library of Memories I’m taking as an alumni. Just found ’em too! This is rewarding! More fun than taxes, that’s for sure.

Thursday night Margo started Puppy Socialization class with Ana from Training With Grace. Her classes are in Evergreen, which is very convenient. It was an interesting class, done differently from other puppy classes I’ve enrolled in. She wore the leash, but we didn’t use it. Two of Ana’s adult dogs were utilized. We spent lots of time sitting on the floor touching the dogs’ feet, ears, teeth, gums and tongue. There was no homework this week. Next Thursday, Danny and/or Anna start Family Dog class with Ana. And Friday morning Edie starts her Rally course. Mom would be proud of me!

Friday I spent the afternoon at Andrea’s beautifully renovated mountain home with her and Linda Bell, another Tibetan Terrier breeder. Time flew so fast. The food was delicious. The wine flowed freely. And the conversation even more so. Andrea is always good for stimulating, intelligent conversation. Linda and I have been down similar paths regarding genetic disease, trying to do something positive for our breeds. To be able to share with someone that’s had lots of the same experiences was great. Rather than looking at me with astonishment for some of the seemingly off-the-wall things I say, she understood. Maybe one day down the road I’ll step up on my soapbox, but I’ll leave it at that for today. 

Yesterday Rick and I explored options for rehearsal dinner, drank some tasty brews at a couple of pubs and then enjoyed a leisurely drive home on mountain back roads. We settled in to watch Surfwise, a documentary about the life of 85 year old Dorian “Doc” Paskowitz, a renowned surfer who brought up nine children in a camper on the beach. The story was interesting, particularly hearing from his now grown children.  

Samantha stopped at the house after doing kennel chores. She’s been accepted to University of Northern Colorado and had just received her financial aid information. Thankfully, she was awarded four grants, workstudy and only a very small percentage of student loans. She’s gonna be able to make this work! I am so proud of her and her determination to be the first one from her family to receive a college degree. She’s worked for me since 2001. Yep, she was 11 years old when she started working for me. I’ve known her since she was born, seeing her for the first time in the hospital, born six weeks early. Scrawny kid, that’s what her mom called her. I walked into the hospital and Carol said, “here’s my scrawny kid.” Samantha struggled especially during grade school, labeled in pre-school as ???? some crap label I never believed. Once she was labeled by the system, it took years for that damn label to disappear. Since middle school, her grades have been excellent. That scrawny labeled kid has grown into a stunningly beautiful young woman, inside and out. I am so proud of her!

Today Vincent goes to his new home. This coming Thursday Zena flies to Montana to live with her granddam Dancer, great-granddam Starr, and great-aunt Spirit. Guess I’d better get on with my day, wash Vincent, continue my homework and get the damn tax stuff together. One item simply to avoid punishment; the others will be rewarding.


Vickie sent…rare dogs set paws down

This article brings up an interesting conundrum.  I’m curious what the rest of you think.

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A side road… Yesterday I listened to a NPR podcast regarding the current state of affairs with newspapers. With changing times, newspapers are in the process of re-inventing themselves. Most newspapers now have a companion edition online with reporters using blog entries for up-to-the-minute news stories. There was a comment about how, unfortunately, the people that often comment on news stories reduce what could be a good discussion into yet another flame war.  The comments on the story above brought this to mind.


The Master of Sunnybank

From Dogwise, my favorite doggie bookplace….

deg886_bOne of our favorite books is back in print: The Master of Sunnybank – A Biography of Albert Payson Terhune by Irving Litvag, originally published in 1977. Many of us grew up reading Terhune’s dog story books which featured the Collies he bred and raised at Sunnybank. And, if you hunt around, you can still find many of Terhune’s classics like Lad a Dog in used book stores. What you may not know, however, is that Terhune led a really interesting life and what is so ironic is – like so many of us – he never really planned to do what he ended up being famous for. Terhune was a newspaper writer and author of several non-dog books early in the 20th century. He wrote many books before Lad a Dog, none of which were particularly successful (he wrote a book called Super Women, biographical sketches of several famous women, for example) and he was becoming discouraged with his career as a writer. Luckily for all of us, an editor friend of his who was so impressed with Terhune’s dogs encouraged him to write a story about Lad, and the rest is history. Whether you are a Collie person or not, this book is a fun read.


Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Hi Debby,
As you know, Katy and I share an Irish heritage with our ancestors 
coming from the same county in Ireland.  Our dogs received a surprise 
package from Katy of shining Celtic dog tags, beautiful bling for 
their collars.  Katy can tell you where to purchase these tags. 
The following links (at bottom of post) give a great description of 
celtic/tibetan knotwork.  The ancients were so closely aligned in 
their art and expression of self, a shared global shout out of beauty 
through interlocking knots.  So as we begin to celebrate our dance 
with the celts on St. Pat’s Day, we can also dance with the Buddha!

And a Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all!!

Kathleen

Petey looking very Irish in his new Celtic dog tag, a gift from Katy for St. Patty’s Day.

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Samples of Celtic/Tibetan knotwork..

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http://www.jetcityorange.com/Buddhism/Endless-Knot.html
http://www.celticjewelry.com/universal-meaning-celtic-knotwork.php


Debby on…Edie’s graduation

For eight weeks Edie and I have trekked down the hill early each Thursday evening for a Basic Obedience course. It’s required for enrollment in our current objective, the Beginning Rally Course which starts March 27th.

Edie was one of 3 little dogs in the class. The other two, a Corgi and a Lakeland Terrier. The other ten or so were large dogs. Labs. Aussies. Lab mixes. A Norwegian Elkhound. I don’t think a single dog dropped out of class. The instructors repeatedly told us this was the best class they’ve taught in years. The dogs really were remarkable. To my delight, graduation was a Rally Course! There a number of stations, each with instructions of what should be done at that particular stop. Circle 360 degrees right. 270 degrees left. Sit, stay. Sit, down. Weave through cones. And more. For extra points, each dog did a trick at the end of the course.

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As Wally started the class off, I sat ringside pondering what kind of trick Edie could do. Each night when I put the dogs to bed, I require a ‘trick’ to earn a bedtime snack. Some nights I require a ‘touch’ – click and treat. Some nights Zen instead. Not Zen the dog, Zen the cue. That means don’t touch my hand – click and treat. Some nights I let each dog do its own thing – click and treat. Those nights Edie will stand up on her hind legs, but it’s not something I lure. And I certainly haven’t put it on cue. Oh well. It was the best I could come up with. And very likely, amid the awesome hand shaking and rolling over her classmates were doing, we’d probably not earn extra points.

Edie really liked being out on the training floor alone, going through the Rally course. It was as though she was reliving her brief career in the show ring! Not far into the course, one of the instructors commented on her ‘prancing’. The other mentioned Edie was a conformation Champion. Ah ha! I knew what we’d do at the end. As we passed the Finish cone, I gave Edie the Go – a cue I use in the conformation ring to let the dog know it’s okay to move out in front of me, leading me around the ring. In several steps, I simply said, “Edie, show pretty.” Like we’d rehearsed this particular bit, she spun around, looked at me and posed like the Champion she is. The class loved it! Not sure it was a trick, but hey! It worked. When the scores were tallied, Edie graduated in 1st place. How cool is that?!

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See the two stuffed toys? One was for winning 1st. The other was for…well…most improved dog. The class votes for this award, not the instructors. As I told Rick that night, what the heck was that about? Edie has performed great from the beginning. He suggested ‘small dog prejudice’. Perhaps. I suggest no knowledge of Lhasa Apsos, expecting her to behave like a Lab.

The first thing we taught the dogs was ‘settle’. Settle is different than down, stay. It’s not a formal cue. It simply means lay down and hang out. However, unlike most other cues we learned, it’s not lured. To teach it, you step on the dog’s leash, drawing it ever tighter, the dog’s head lowers to the ground. Most of the dogs settled quickly; no need to be drawn clear to the ground. Not so with Edie! She’s a Lhasa Apso! And she was in a situation most Apsos hate. Do this! Lhasa Apsos prefer to come up with the idea first. I outlasted her. I had to. She finally plunked her rear end down. It took only that lesson for her to understand settle. We didn’t have to repeat that shenanigan again. She may have resisted far longer than the other dogs, but she didn’t need a repeat demonstration on the meaning of settle.

There was only one other thing I could come up. We had moved past the beginning baby steps of teaching the come, uping the ante by requiring the dogs to sit directly in front of the handler. Edie didn’t understand that I wanted her closer and in a sit. I could see her frustration. She was trying, but didn’t understand my communication. One the instructors wanted to show me a slightly different technique, and asked if she could take Edie’s leash. I gave her the leash. Edie wanted nothing to do with the instructor, which she was wise enough to recognize immediately.  Rather than press the issue, I backed up a couple of baby steps, letting her succeed. And then we stopped working on that exercise that night. The following morning, at home, she immediately understood what I wanted. Once again, she remembered the lesson.

I remain at a loss of why fellow students voted her most improved. Perhaps Rick is right. Oh well. She brought home two – count ’em – two – toys!

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