Positive reinforcement/association

Reaching down to grab the very wet and disgusting ball out of Elsa's mouth I realized how far she has come.  She never use to want me to have the ball because that meant that our game was over.  She would turn her head but eventually hand it over.  She of course still does not want the game to end but when I say "drop" she gently opens her mouth for me to take it.  Why the change?  Because she gets a treat.  That and because she knows that I might just start the game up again at any moment. Positive reinforcement is so vital to canine behavior and keeping it...well, positive.  It is all about association; the link between two behaviors.   I take the ball in the end, but she gets a treat for giving it up.  Plus I make sure that I throw the ball again at some point during our walk.  That way the game hasn't truly ended until we leave the park or as they say, the fat lady sings.  :)

Positive reinforcement or association can be added easily to your day to day.   Elsa trots along nicely by my side once she gets her ya ya's out.  She knows that when she walks by  my side that treats will appear.  They don't come out often but it is worth her while to hang out there for when they do.  This is positive reinforcement. 

Positive association is a bit different but the same, sort of.   I have used association for nails.  Neither Luke nor Elsa enjoy having their nails done;  not too many dogs do.  But when I bring out the grinder, both circle with excitement.  They know that treats follow nails and I will continue this always.  As soon as their nails are done they get treats; not just one, but a few to make good and sure that it remains a positive.

Positive reinforcement is the act of linking a behavior to a reward.  This, ups the possibility of the behavior being offered again.  Once the behavior is learned you put the reward system on a random delivery schedule.  Perhaps you wait for the best or fastest behavior that your dog offers to reward.   Then you cut it back further to just every so often.  Complete elimination is up to you.  Depending on the behavior is how I factor that in.   Some behaviors should be rewarded once every so often, others don't need to be.

Positive association is creating a positive feeling around a negative activity, like nail cutting or grinding.  There are many things that dogs can baulk at throughout the day so you need to choose which of those need a positive association to.  Positive association can be done with our own behavior; you don't need treats for all associations.  Sometimes your  positive behavior to a situation can turn it around.  Take a little yapper (small dog) for example; who is going off on yours as you walk by.  You can either fuel a negative by pulling your dog away and getting upset or you can create a positive by chirping away happily while you pass them.

Plucking ears (for those who have hairy ear breeds) is another negative activity.  Treats are a must for this one unless your dog is not into treats of course.  Teeth scraping, bathing and the weekly physical; when you have a good look see.  Almost anything can be turned from something your dog doesn't want to do; to an activity that they tolerate due to the reward at the end. 

Don't get frustrated, associate. 

Happy Anniversary - Elsa.

 

This was taken just moments ago as I blog.  How lucky am I? 

It is Elsa and our 2nd Anniversary; the Anniversary of when we she joined our family that is. Two years ago today my husband and I gathered our things and headed to LAX for a very special delivery.  With a knot in my stomach, I checked my watch again.  We didn't want to be late for our package.  I have to admit I was a bit flustered; I was very nervous about the flight and could not wait until she was in my arms.  With my toe tapping, the drive seemed to be never ending.  Of course as things go, we got turned around; ending up somewhere that was not where we were to be.  My anxiety level grew as we turned around and found our way to our correct destination.   As we pulled into the parking lot of a huge building set away from the airport; I opened the door before we were in park.  I remember thinking "all will be good when she is in my arms." 

Walking (more like running) into the building I went straight to the front desk.  "I have a package" I blurted out, "a puppy."  The woman checked over my paper work, and got on her radio.  Our package was on it's way and she asked me to wait; she would call me when it arrived.  Again, my toe tapped out of control.  This was no regular puppy delivery; no, this was my puppy delivery.  A puppy that I had waited for, for a very long time.  One that had been specially chosen to join our family; the family that already had three much loved canine members.   Two who were well into their senior years at 14 and 15 years of age.  Luke was the baby at the time but things were about to change. 

The woman behind the desk called me to complete the paper work.  She smiled and said "she's adorable."   "What?" I said, "you've seen her?"  The woman nodded her head and said "she's letting everyone know what she thinks, quite the confident little thing."  The woman asked about her color; she'd never seen such a beautiful blonde.  Funny, I had always called Luke my blonde beach boy.  Within minutes of completing my final signature she motioned for us to head around to the side door. 

We walked into a gigantic warehouse and stepped up to the "do not pass this line," mark.   Our puppy was in this warehouse somewhere?  I was a little taken back; I'd never picked a puppy up from a flight so I had no idea that they were delivered here.  A moment later a skid loader rounded the corner with a tiny crate on top of a skid on the front.  "Is this a joke," I thought.  They put this tiny puppy on a skid that was hoisted to us by a loader?  Honestly.  No matter, there she was and as I stepped out to grab the small crate off; I could see her, there she was.  After all the time waiting, worrying and wondering; there she was. 

I was close to tears when she finally came off the skid.  So much anticipation had finally ended with her arrival.  Elsa came to us the day after our wedding anniversary; so we celebrate two anniversaries together now.  Yesterday marked 29 years married for my husband and I.  Today we have spent two years with our amazing girl.  I remember that first day like it was yesterday.  From the moment she entered our home, met her three new canine family members and all the human ones too she made herself quite at home.  She was a very confident little thing; there was no mistaking her body language.  She clearly stated as she ran out into our yard "stand back;  I, Elsa, have arrived."  From that very special day; our life changed drastically.  Elsa has seen much in her two years with us; she has had a great deal of adventure already.  What a beautiful and wonderful adult she has grown into and I cannot wait to experience our future together.  To our amazing girl, Elsa. 

Tales of a tail. #1

 

Laguna beach, never a bad place to be. 

Tales of a tail; experiences, memories, events that have been forever etched into my brain.  I have been working with dogs for over 37 plus years, so I have tales to tell.  There are so many dogs to talk about; I can’t remember them all or the stories.  But there are some that have stuck with me that I'd like to share.  I've decided to blog about some; others will be saved for hopefully a book down the road.   Names will be changed to maintain the dogs privacy but you will know who this is if it is your dog. 

I met “Rinaldo” at the Laguna Beach animal shelter.  After a beach training session I was heading home; but I had a strong feeling of being pulled in as I passed the shelter.  It was so strong in fact that I made an illegal U turn and headed back.  If you have never been to the Laguna Beach shelter it is very small; tucked back off the Canyon Road beside the Seal rehabilitation center.  It is surrounded by hills; think the opening scene of the show Mash (literally where it was filmed) and you’ll picture it well.  I pulled in and hopped out of the car; crossed the tiny bridge that leads to the entrance and went in.   There are only a few rows of kennels and an outdoor run.  I did the rounds of the kennels and spotted what looked like a purebred Gordon setter, weird.  Not only do you rarely see Gordon’s around anywhere; you never see them in the shelters.  He was adorable and young, maybe 4-5 months old.

When I finished the rounds; taking the time to stop and talk to each dog I came to the outdoor run.   There was the setter again; this time there was a woman with him who seemed to be smitten.  We had a casual conversation about this boy; and she told me that she was going to adopt him.  I told her I was a trainer and if she needed me, just call.  I got the call about a week later; I was going to work with this wonderful young man and his new Mom. 

Back down to Laguna Beach again; I got to meet Rinaldo cage free.  He was beautiful and every bit a Setter; full of boundless energy and happy as a lark.  His new Mom was well educated in the needs of Setters in general so this energetic young guy was no surprise.  Over the weeks that I got to work with Rinaldo; he grew and grew into a handsome exuberant teenage Gordon Setter.  He was spectacular to watch and a challenge to work with; the desire was there, we just had to direct it.  He tried very hard to be good but every so often his over excitement got the best of him; after all he was all Setter.

That boy made a big impression on me; one that I cannot forget.  His zest for the little things in life was contagious.  I felt like we were meant to meet on that illegal u-turn moment.  Of course there had been others; not too many on that particular day, who hopefully have their own amazing families now.  Funny how someone can give up a dog; cast it aside who then becomes the love of someone else's life. Sometimes thing happen for a reason and maybe that reason alone is just the way that it was meant to be.  I am happy for every dog that I get to meet and get a little glimpse into who they are.   

   

Rinaldo and his family have now moved away and the last time I heard from his Mom; Rinaldo was the love of her life.  From a cage in a shelter; discarded by someone who did not understand what they were tossing away to the arms of his new life and new family, a happy ending.  

The needs of a dog.

 This is one of my all time favorite companionship photos.  Taken on the beach in CT on a          very foggy morning.  I was about to leave and turned to see this woman and her dog.  A moment captured.

I was going to write about the things that we really need for our dogs this morning.  Once I pondered  the idea it quickly changed to what our dogs need.  That is entirely different from what we need for our dogs.  Dogs have very few needs; water, food and companionship.  That is pretty much it.  They are a simple creature with little needs but much to give.  There is a difference between a life and a life lived well.  Sometimes it's good to sit and think about the needs of our dogs; what they truly require  for a great life not just life itself.

Water - sounds simple right?  It is, but sadly many dogs don't have clean water.  I have four water bowls in my home.  I know that it is possible to forget to fill one occasionally so I have four.  Making sure that the water is fresh every day is easy for me.  Luke and Elsa won't drink it if it's been in the bowl too long.  They will stand with their head hanging over the bowl.  Pretty clear message if you are paying attention.  Or, Luke will come and stare at me until I ask him what he needs.

I bring a portable water bowl with me wherever we go so I'm always prepared to offer them a drink should they need it.  Luke makes me smile how much he loves his water after a walk.  I can barely get him into the back of the Xterra and he is digging around for the bowl.  Elsa is usually very thirsty as she is such an athletic girl.  They drink together and alone.  Elsa drinks for thirst; Luke drinks for the same reason but with a passion for a drink of water. 

Food - now there is a controversial word.  The whole idea around feeding dogs has changed drastically in recent years.  It is not just kibble anymore; no, food can be real food like what we eat.  My two eat real food just like I do , but different.  I try very hard to eat real food (meaning not processed) to stay healthy so I take the same approach when feeding Luke and Elsa.  As far as I am concerned we should feed the best that we can to our dogs.  Sure they can survive on low grade food just like we can but they will not thrive on it. 

Of course too much of a good thing is bad.  Being overweight can lead to all sorts of health issues for a dog so feed great food; just not too much. 

Resting - I didn't have resting on my list above of what dogs need.  Dogs can live fine without a bed, pillows or cushions.  The ground is where many dogs rest their head but it is not always comfortable.  Why not give them as much comfort as we can?  Heck just spend a night in a tent with no padding and you'll think differently about sleeping on the ground.  Many dogs choose to sleep on the ground; especially if it is hot out.  The ground may offer some coolness that a bed does not.  But on a regular day, toss a bed on the ground and see if your dog chooses the bed or the hard floor. 

I often hear people say "well, how spoiled are they?"  when they see a dog on a big cushy bed.  I don't understand this statement; why is giving a dog comfort considered spoiling?  They don't deserve to be comfortable because they are dogs?  I like my dogs to be very comfortable; as comfortable as I can offer.  As they age they need even more comfort.   I have beds in my bedroom, office, outside and in the kitchen.  So yes, a dog can sleep on the ground and never require a bed; but should they not have comfort?

Companionship - well I could go on and on about this one.  What is companionship, really? 

Companion - a person who is frequently in the company of, associates with or accompanies another. 

Okay, so if you hang our with your dog then you are their companion.  That said, there is a big difference in just being there and really being there.  That connection that I am always talking about.  Once you have it with your dog a life spent together turns into a great life shared.  A simple touch, a shared moment; maybe just a look lets you know that you are true companions.  The connection makes all the difference. 

You can lead a life by simply living the day to day or you can lead a great life.  The same goes for the life that you give your dog.  (Wow I sound like Oprah.)  Have a wonderful day with your dog.  :)

Decisions, heart, gut or brain?

There are so many decisions to be made in life.  Some should be made with your heart, others with your gut and then there are the brain decisions.  Most decisions concerning our dogs should be made with our brain.  Far too often our heart gets in the way of brain decisions; which is when you must sit down and think clearly; leaving your heart in the other room.  Just recently we have been discussing the idea of having Luke sleep on the floor now.  We have modified our bed several times to incorporate safety for him.  We put a long body pillow at the end of the bed to keep him back from the edge.  We removed our box springs to lower the bed just in case.  But as he ages and becomes more wobbly I have feared that he might just fall off the bed during his move about time during the night. 

Lately he has become more restless; he seems to find it harder to get comfortable.  Which means that he is up on his feet way to much for my liking.  I wake up each time to ensure that he doesn't tumble off so I'm not sleeping great either.  Leaving my heart in one room I sat and made a brain decision.  It was time, time for Luke to sleep on the floor.  No, it's not an easy decision; it hurts like hell actually.   But as much as it hurts; it is the correct and intelligent decision.  With my heart and brain back together I thought about where to start the transition.  What would be the easy for Luke? 

We have two huge dog beds in our room; which are rarely used.  Although Luke has taken to sleeping on them during the day as getting onto the bed is so much work for him now.  I decided that he must be right beside me; otherwise I couldn't see it working.  So I took one of the beds and put it right beside me.  In fact it is in the exact spot where I put crates with new puppies in them (Elsa).  This enables me to reach and touch when needed.  Both new puppies and now old Luke need a hand of reassurance.  He always wants to know that I am there.  If he knows that one fact; it is enough for him. 

Tuesday night was our first shot at floor sleeping.  I worried as I had not been sleeping well that I'd have another sleepless night.  You can only go on sleepless nights for so long before something crashes.  I am happy to say that it went amazing.  I slept, Luke slept, we all slept great.  When we first went to bed we had a few "I need on the bed" moments.  I firmly told him "no" and asked him to come and lie beside me.  "Lie beside Momma," is a phrase that he is very familiar with.  He is the ultimate "beside Momma" dog so this worked in my favor for the transition.  That night I only heard him up once; he was up and got a drink which may have been quite novel for him.  :)  When I woke up, there he was; on his bed where I had hoped that he would be.

Last night was even better, no stirring at all.  We did have a little issue at bed time as he ran and threw himself up onto the bed.  I immediately told him "no" and lifted him down to his new bed.  He got up once more on the bed (determined little guy) and I again lifted him down.  As I write this blog he is still asleep by my side.  He has checked in on me several times but looks too comfy to move anywhere soon.  Watching him get up yesterday morning and try to get those shaky legs under him made me more clear of the correct decision.

Now Elsa must learn that she is not allowed on the bed until I get up.  Typically she is up very early in the morning; like 3:00-4:00 early.  I don't want her upsetting this new thing so she needs to wait until I get up so that if Luke wants up as well they will both be on the bed.  Right now she is on the bed and he is still sleeping happily on his new spot.  A few more days of this and we will be into our new routine. 

Some decisions need the full attention of our brain; the heart can join in later, once the correct decision is made.  Not easy but right. 

Wordless Wednesday, well sort of.

Much too hot so the games moved indoors.  Things did not slow down.  

Bull Terrier tasting.  

This goes on and on and on and on.

Fun and games, lots of teeth.

A little elbow chomping.

Sharing or trying not to share is the most fun.

Love Elsa's expression in this one, "so short one, you want the bone?"

Girls.

Playing in the blankets is fun.

Checking out tired Elsa.

I don't think that Penny can believe that Elsa is napping.  

Hmmmmm, the realization face.  Now what is she going to do?

Yay, Grandpa's not napping.

Maybe Luke wants to play.  Nope.  

Just chill'n.

She gives in to nap time.  

When others fuel the fire.

How many times have you run into a stranger or friend who bring out the worst in your dog?  Thankfully I don't too often anymore because most of my friends know my rules but strangers are a different thing entirely.  Of course people don't mean to create problems but their lack of understanding as far as dogs are concerned is the real issue.  We met a few of these folks on the weekend; they were really very nice but my gosh.  Trying to undo what they are doing can be a challenge.  Being direct, calm and polite is the best route to take. 

It was another hot weekend here is Southern California.  When I woke up yesterday morning I really wanted to hit the beach.  Being that it is still closed to dogs during midday hours we had to leave early.  At least we are allowed on the beach early in the morning or in the evening.  I really hate when dogs are simply not allowed at any point.   So we were up and gone early and as we got closer to the beach I could see the fog; there was a very heavy marine layer at the beach.  It is always interesting to drive out of pure sunshine and into engulfing fog.  Standing on the beach looking inland you can see the blue sky; but the fog lingers over the ocean and beach.

They are excited before we even get out; both Luke and Elsa know where we are.  As soon as they are out, the two turn towards the water and want to go.  Luke puts his head down and pulls with all of his 13 year old body.  Elsa on the other hand runs tries to run to the beach; she can barely contain herself.  I love seeing how happy they are to be at the beach.  It makes the trips so much better knowing that they love being there. 

We were only on the beach a moment when we ran into people wanting to know what Luke and Elsa were.  Then we stopped to chat to a woman with a doodle who was quite shy and reserved but adorable.  He matched Elsa's color exactly; but the 10 mos. old never left the safety of his Moms' legs.  A little further down the beach we ran into the folks who pushed the behavior button for Elsa.  Even Luke had a hard time but being an old guy he contained himself. 

"OH, MY GOSH.......................HOW BEAUTIFUL,"  she shrieked.  At this point Elsa was watching some kids in the surf so she didn't notice.  Once we stopped she did notice and was immediately airborne.  The woman was very nice but a little over the top with her greeting which sent Elsa along with her.  She gushed over both Luke and Elsa while asking questions and waving her arms.  "OFF," was my immediate response and the woman actually heard it.  Most times when this happens I am saying "off, off, off," while the person continues to promote the unruly jumping behavior.  They state that they are fine with the dog jumping on them; "it's okay, I don't mind."  But they don't realize that "I" do mind.

If having your dog jump on others when they fuel the excitement fire is not something you like, don't allow it.  Be direct, let the person who is causing the commotion understand that it is not okay.  You can throw out words like " training, OFF (which I use)" or pause.  Try to get your dog's attention and have them sit.  This makes most excited human greeters take a moment; maybe even realize that you don't want your dog to be out of control.  Of course it all depends on your dog and the particular individual.  Elsa happens to love meeting new people and if those people are as excited as her, things can get a little carried away.  She rarely jumps on people now but if a human pushes those excitement buttons; then she's more than happy to join in. 

Stay calm and address the situation.  After all happy jumping is a good problem to have. 

It is important to take charge of any situation that involves your dog.  You can be very direct without being rude and you might even teach someone a thing or two about greeting dogs.  Usually as soon as "OFF" is out of my mouth the greeter takes a step back and watches.  They usually see that I like orderly conduct immediately; but not always of course.  Sometimes you run across someone who will never get it and will continue to squeal and wave their arms around; winding your dog into a happy greeting frenzy.  For these types you simply smile and walk away. 

What's your favorite?

I love my mornings; sitting here as the sun peeks over the trees as I blog.  Luke and Elsa deep in sleep and dreams.  It is one of my favorite times of the day; the part before my day actually starts.  Sometimes Elsa is watching the yard for anything that might need her attention; like doves who think that they can land here.  Another of  my favorite times is our t.v. time.  I enjoy sitting on the couch with the dogs; relaxing at the end of the day.  But what makes it even more special is that it is Luke's absolutely favorite time of the day.  Each  night after dinner he waits for the smallest of signals that we are heading down to the family room.  He spins at the top of the stairs, spins at the bottom and spins until he is situated in "his" spot beside Mom. 

What is your favorite?  Of course almost every moment with our dogs are great but there are favorite times that you spend together.  Perhaps it is on a cool morning walk.  Up and out before the rest of the world; enjoying the peace before the day gets under way.  Maybe hitting the dog park or beach is your favorite?  Yesterday afternoon I was spent from the heat; I am not a fan of the heat we've been having and I plunked down on the couch.  Both Luke and Elsa stood looking at me.  It is rare that I sit there in the middle of the day.  They watched for a moment to see if I was going to stay there or move.  Once they saw that I was there for a bit they both joined me, nice. 

I truly love so much time spent with my dogs that it is hard to decide what is my favorites are.  Although I think that hiking is at the top of the list.  Meandering through the forest watching them rip and tear in all directions is about as good as it gets for me.  It has been my favorite since I had my very first dog, Mandy.  My Airedale Terrier who was an amazing dog and my constant companion.  We went everywhere together and our favorite activity was walking in the woods.  Back then we could walk for hours without ever seeing anyone else.  That is pretty special.  Every so often I'd sit and just watch her; there is much joy to be had in watching a dog have fun. 

The more time that I spend with dogs and the older that I get; I realize that just time is joy itself.  Sure there are good times, great times and not so great times together.  But some of the best are just time and nothing else.  Like this very moment; we are all piled together just enjoying. 

Great joy can be got from giving to our dogs.  Preparing for an outing strictly for them turns a moment into a great one.  Those moments are the ones that would not happen were it not for your dog and I have to say that many of those turn into the most memorable.  Taking a trip to the beach early in the morning for Luke and Elsa is never a bad idea.  If it were just me here; I'd hit the gym and then get to work.  But instead I opt for the beach walk because Luke loves the beach and of course so does Elsa. 

So what is your favorite time with your dog?  Do you have a favorite or is every moment with your canine as great as the next? 

Whatever it is,  have a great day today. 

What are you teaching?

It's going to be another scorcher today.  Thankfully I spent much of yesterday in San Diego where it was at least 8-10 degrees cooler.  Still hot but not scorching hot.  When it is as hot as it's going to be today we spend much of our time indoors.  We will head out nice and early before the searing heat hits for a bit of exercise but then we'll be in the AC.  Because today will be another "inside" day I've decided to teach Elsa to go through my legs.  She already knows how to go through; but it is sort of willy nilly style.  She runs through getting all excited but now I want to fine tune the act. 

The other day as I was putting both Luke and Elsa's harnesses on when I thought about the lesson.  Hmmmmmm, I'd like Elsa to come through my legs from the back and slip into her harness.  She already does the very cute and adorable 'latch on' exercise before we leave; which is much like a seeing eye dog does for their owner.  I go to the place where the open button for the garage door is;  she pushes under my hand until I grab her harness.  Then the button is pushed and we can leave, but not until then.  I love it, she is so cute pushing under my hand trying to get me to grab a hold of her harness. 

So now I'm going to teach her to go through my legs and into her harness.  Luke and Elsa both where the Easy Walk Harness by Premier.  This harness is perfect for the exercise because the action required to get it on is exactly what is needed.  She will have to come from behind me; go through my legs, putting her head into the harness.  From that point she will be asked to continue moving forward while I do it up under her chest. 

Elsa gets very silly and overly excited when we are learning new behaviors.  She wants to cut to the chase and get the treat.  Being treat motivated is wonderful for learning new stuff.  Dealing with her over zealous behavior takes calm and cool behavior on my part.  I need to create a black and white scenario, no gray tones for this girl.  If she is on the wrong path I will mark that with a vocal error marker and stop.  Then we start again.  (More detailed instructions on working with over enthusiasm on my website soon).

So while the sun is at it's fullest and the heat is on; we'll be working hard on learning a new behavior.  It doesn't matter what you teach your dog; any new behavior or exercise is a good one.  Many dogs who have never been given the chance to learn have a difficult time with the concept.  Once a dog understands the premise behind learning; they are typically on board for more.  What are you teaching today? 

Designer dogs, the imfamous doodle.

Standing in the park; watching Elsa charge after her ball again and again, a man shouts over to me.  Is that a "doodle?"  I am very use to the question and call back "nope, a poodle, just a poodle."  He stood for a long while watching.  He said he had two doodles at home and continued to watch.  I know he was thinking "this is a poodle?"  Most people have an skewed image of a poodle.  That of a fluffed up, pampered pooch eating bon bons on the couch all day; the type of dog that doesn't get dirty.  This of course is completely wrong, but it is what people think due to the "dog show" poodles that they have seen. 

Doodles are very popular and it seems that they are getting even more so.  There are everything from maltipoos, schnoodles, labradoodles, goldendoodles, aussiedoodles, bernoodle, boodles and the list goes on and on.  So when someone asks if my dogs are doodles, it is because there are so many doodles out there.  With the absence of Luke and Elsa's typical poodle pom poms; people don't recognize them as a poodle.  Does it bother me that people think that my dogs are doodles?  Not in the least, I don't care what people think they are.  To me they are amazing, curly coated retrievers who happen to love doing anything as long as it's with a family member.  I'm sort of smitten with the breed I'd have to say.  

So what is my take on the whole "doodle" thing?  It is not a yes or no type answer, there is much to consider.   First off there are probably less than a handful of good doodle breeders.  Good, meaning that they do all the health tests on their breeding dogs, socialize the puppies, have only a litter or two a year and temperament test.  The rest?  Greed, sheer greed.  With the misconception that the doodle dog is somehow enhanced with a sort of super amazingness, it became the dog to have.  People were scrambling to get one of these amazing dogs.  They believed all the hype and as people
do, they desired one. 

Sadly much of the labradoodle and goldendoodle hype; comes from a misconception of the poodle which was also created by humans.  Many people, especially men do not want to be seen walking own the street with a poodle; it's an image thing.  But throw a Labrador or Golden Retriever in there and they never have to admit that they have a poodle.  Whatever floats your boat.  But sadly it is the dogs that are suffering.  My issue with doodles is not the mixing of breeds, I LOVE DOGS, ALL DOGS.   What I do not love are the horrible beings who breed for profit.  The people who pump out puppies so that they can have their piece of the pie without any regard for the health or well being of the dogs. 

I was on a doodle site just last night.  The site was filled with poodle mixes of all kinds.  The list and number of puppies available was mind numbing.  This is the problem.  A miller, most doodles come from millers; big and small but they are millers.  With the big thing being doodles, of course they all jumped in; they all want a piece of the action.  It is all marketing and hype and yes we humans tend to buy into that stuff.  Stupid?  Yep.  If it's new we want it.  If they say that it's great, we want that too. 

Let me just say that doodles are not super dogs; they are not healthier than a purebred dog.  It is all false advertising.  Just because you take two different breeds and breed them together does not give you a healthy dog.  Far from it.  You could be breeding two non healthy dogs of different breeds together and sadly with the doodles; this is typically what is happening.  Unfortunately many of these supposedly healthy doodles are plagued with serious health issues.   The general public does not understand the depth of what goes into producing healthy dogs.  They've been told that the simple act of mixing a Lab and a Poodle will produce stellar health.    Wrong. 

I have worked with several people who desperately wanted a doodle because of the hypoallergenic aspect of their hair.  Two families had their hearts broken after discovering that their children were indeed allergic to them.  When you breed a Labrador to a Poodle you lose the non allergic factor of the poodle coat.  Sad.  What is even more sad is that the shelters and rescues are filling up with these very same doodle dogs.  People get them thinking they are wonder dogs; only to find out that they are dogs, just dogs who poop, pee and puke on the carpet.  They chew things and jump on you just like normal dogs. 

There are many different opinions on the whole "doodle" thing.  My opinion lies with the dogs.  Bad people breeding bad dogs; it is very sad.  These bad people dupe prospective puppy buyers into thinking that they are getting a miracle dog.  When all they are getting is a dog from a puppy miller.  Someone who cares far more about lining their pocket than a puppy or puppy buyer. 

It all started 22 years ago and if Wally Conron had known then what he knows now; the doodle would never have existed. 

Creator regrets ever creating the doodle

Do I shun a doodle when I see it?  Do I think that it is an abomination of nature?  No of course not.  I probably bend down and tell it how adorable it is.  It is after all a dog who is the product of the greedy, heartless person that bred it.  It is the not the fault of the dog at all.  Would I shake the hand of the miller who pumped out the puppy and lied to get a few bucks from a nice family?  HELL NO.  I am appalled by anyone who pumps dogs out whether they are mixes or purebreds.  Those who breed dogs several times a year; using them simply as a puppy machine.  People who keep their dogs in kennels and have a breed facility whether it is clean or filthy.  Millers, they are all millers and deserve to be thrown in prison like the dogs that they keep.

The "doodle" dilemma runs far deeper than mixing two breeds.  It is all about life; disrespecting it, cheating, robbing and the cruel treatment of.  The doodle millers would not succeed if it were not for the humans always seeking the new and improved.   

Giving negativity the boot.

I gave up negative dog training a long time ago.  I try very hard to keep positive in my day to day with Luke and Elsa.  Finding the positive way around an issue is not always easy but it is always best.  Being positive builds strong bonds and makes us look at things differently.  Negativity is all around us and I am quite frankly giving it the boot. 

I have a few Facebook groups; I love them and I take great enjoyment in meeting and hearing from all the members.  But like anything else; there is always one in every crowd.  As my groups grow I am running into some negative nellies; and I'm not a fan of any of them.  In the beginning I tried to explain my stand, what I meant etc. etc.  But now, they get the boot.  Just yesterday a member threatened to "UNLIKE" my page because I said I'd seen oodles of doodles on our walk.  I was shocked at how many I'd seen in one place and they were all the color of Elsa.  A doodle is anything mixed with a poodle.  The negative person stated that if I agreed to the mixing of poodles and other dogs that she was going to have to 'unlike' my page.   At first I got angry but then after some consideration, she got the boot.  (More on designer dogs in another blog)

Managing all my groups takes a good amount of time to do it right.  My time is valuable like anyone else's.  The more I weed out the negative the better everything is.  This person who threatened to 'unlike' my page (like I care) knew nothing about me and yet still found it to be her prerogative to accuse.  I have very few rules on my pages but one is that it must remain positive.  So that old saying that your Mother told you a million times as you were growing up has been instilled.  "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."  Mean, rude or disrespectful comments are deleted immediately.  If I think that comments are too disrespectful then that negative person is given the boot. 

Thankfully I have had to only boot 3-4 negatives so far.  But as my groups grow my patience diminishes.  I don't have time to let negativity hang around.  So I am much more free with my delete button.  Being positive not only makes you feel better but creates a positive atmosphere around you.  Dishing out negativity creates more negativity. 

When I am faced with a new canine behavior to deal with I look at solving it with positivity.  If you look at the same problem and try to fix it through negative actions the impact with be vastly different.   Positive versus negative; there is no comparison.  My act of deleting negativity from my groups is a positive one; removing the negative to make room for the positive.  It is a stand I take and one that I will not waver on.  Really, if you cannot play nice with others, then don't. 

I work very diligently to keep my canine interactions positive.   Keeping my human interactions as positive can take more work but with a bit of weeding I keep pretty much on top of things. 

Have a wonderful positive day.  :)

Dirty dog?

Yesterday I uploaded this video of Elsa to several of my FB sites.  Most people loved it; they thought Elsa was a great baking assistant, and of course she is.   But a few folks commented that they hoped that the knife she was licking was just a dog knife; or that it was going in the garbage afterwards.  Of course this left me pondering on how different we all are.  I never gave Elsa's knife licking another thought after she had enjoyed the almond butter.  I did what I always do and rinsed the knife and placed it into the dishwasher with all the other dirty dishes. 

I am not one who spends hours and hours scrubbing an disinfecting, let's say a cleaning fanatic.  No I  prefer to spend time doing things that I love. I for one think that my home is pretty darned clean; not spotless but perfectly livable and I've had a lot to compare it to.  I've been inside a lot of dog houses and I could tell you some stories of what I've seen.

As far as those who feel the need to live in a perfectly disinfected world?  Well, I believe that those disinfecting spray and wipe things are actually bad for you.  Not only do they add a bucket load of chemicals to your life but they also take away good germs and bacteria.  Our contact with common germs on a daily basis is how we build a great immunity.    There are many studies being done on babies, immunity and animals.  Just being around dogs is good for your health in  more ways than one.  Dirt and germs from our dogs help to keep us healthy.  Of course I'm not talking about filth; just good old normal dirt that is life with dogs. 

Everyone is different, we all do in life what we see fit as correct for us.  I've been in dog owners yards which were filled with poop from fence to fence and yet they see  nothing wrong with this.  I for one am mortified that it is not picked up and clean but hey, it's their house right?  Other homes allow their dog or dogs to constantly counter surf; helping themselves to whatever they like.  Again, not in my house.  I have also seen people soak up a pee accident with a paper towel and then walk away.  That is their way of cleaning it, just soaking it up.  Not me, I'm down scrubbing.  But to each his own. 

I love gardening in the dirt; it makes me happy.  But I know lots of people who hate getting dirty; dirt on their hands if far from enjoyable.  Everyone's idea of clean is as different as each individual.  The fact that Elsa licked my knife was just fine with me.  I was licking it after her; it was going in the dishwasher where it would be thoroughly cleaned after I rinsed the remaining almond butter off.  I take a very common sense stand as far as life with dogs and cleanliness.  But of course this is my own opinion and there are as many differing opinions as there are dogs and people. 

But don't forget that there is good dirt and in the long run it could boost your immunity.  :) 

Just Luke

"Just Luke" I said and her ears dropped.  Yay, she completely understands now.  I was going through my normal morning routine which Elsa has known for eons.  She figures out routine way too fast for her own good.  But this morning was one of the "different" mornings.  I really wanted to take Luke out on his own.  He is slowing down and taking his time; making it more difficult to walk both Elsa and Luke together.  It is good for both of them and me as well.  I get to enjoy everything about each one as an individual; not that I don't enjoy them as a pair.  They are after all a pretty adorable pair.  Any hoo, it was one of those "just Luke," days.

Every second of the day Elsa watches me like a hawk; morning time is walk time, especially in the summer.  She watches my every move; constantly anticipating the sock move.  She knows whats coming and doesn't leave my side.  When I reach the top of the stairs, her eyes are glued on mine.  As I take the first step down the steps she is already at the bottom spinning.  So I tell her then; before she gets too excited "just Luke."  Every molecule of her being sinks.  Her ears go down and she gets her "did I hear you correctly?" face on.  I tell her again so that she is perfectly clear, "just Luke."  The degree of her understanding is amazing.  Her whole reaction is complete realization.

Luke also understands and his ears perk up.  I've been using the "just" term for years and years.  It always precedes someone's name.  I use to use it much more often when there were three and then four dogs in the house.  Now that there are only two I don't use it quite as often.  But even using it very infrequently; Elsa has got it like everything else she gets.  She clearly knew what I said this morning and when I went to the garage door she was not chomping at the bit.  She knew she wasn't going and stood to the side; allowing Luke to go out the door without any hindrance.

Not only does she understand what "just Luke," means; she is much better with the whole idea of "just Luke."  She use to come quite unglued being left at home.  Of course she'd rather not be left but she is fine with it which is so very important.  We had a few life issues in her first year with us that sort of put the, being left at home alone on the back burner.  With the loss of Jessie and then Tilley just three weeks later Luke suffered from some separation issues in Connecticut and then again when we returned to California.  When we arrived back home in Southern California and to our old house; I am sure that Luke thought they'd be here.  When they were nowhere in sight he had a few issues to deal with once again.  Sad but part of life and we got through it.

So not only is Elsa good with being left alone; Luke can also be left alone now.  It is so very important.  If you have multiple dogs and are not doing alone time, you need to start.

Coyotes, a real threat.

Coyotes are a real threat; if you have small dogs then you need to be aware.    The species lives just about everywhere throughout North America, Central America and Mexico.  It is an opportunistic hunter and will eat anything from vegetation and nuts to larger animals such as chicken, sheep, cats and dogs.  They have been very successful with the integration of their species into populated areas and are commonly seen running down streets.   I have seen many here in Southern California; while out at parks or driving around.  Just yesterday morning one ran down the street in front of me on my way back from the gym.  I had been to the gym later so it was surprising for me to see at around 9:00 am.  I first thought that it was a German Shepherd mix running off leash with it's boys.  But when it turned to look over it's shoulder at them I realized that it was a coyote; and a big, well fed coyote at that.  I followed it for a bit and then headed home to make sure that Luke was not out.

I have heard many stories of dogs being taken by coyotes.  I can't imagine, it was one of my greatest fears and a constant worry when I had Jessie.  I have heard of more Jack Russell's being taken than any other dog.  Perhaps it is the tough attitude that a JRT has the gives owners a false sense of security.  Whereas most people who have tiny Chihuahua type dogs know that they are vulnerable.  But it is not just the tiny ones who are taken.  The largest dog that I know taken was a Brittany Spaniel; they are a substantial sized dog.  This dog was taken out of it's own backyard by a pack of coyotes.  She was old and didn't stand a chance against a healthy young coyote pack.  Such a sad way to go. 

Am I an alarmist?  No, not at all.  I love all wildlife and have great respect for it.   Yesterday's spotting was simply a reminder to me that they are around.  Sometimes I forget now that I don't have any small ones around.  Of course Penny visits often but I'd like to see them try to take her.  One snap of that powerful jaw of hers would have them realizing that they were after the wrong dog and head for the hills.  If they are in your area you should be aware.  While photographing a couple of Kuvasz several years back we were graced by a coyote on the scene.  It was perfect timing and gave me the shot I needed to make the cover of the magazine.  Kuvasz are bred to protect their heard and when the coyote showed up they kicked into gear.  It was very interesting.

Just recently I heard of a family losing their small dog to a coyote.  This was more east of us and a known place for lots of coyotes.  It takes but a  moment for them to snatch a dog.  They grab and run; they do not stand and fight to the death there in front of you.  Another woman with a Jack Russell who I know had a tug-o-war with her dog and a coyote.  Lucky for her the dog was on a leash and she was able to fight back.  She got her dog back with huge punctures in it's rib cage.  She head straight to the Vet and the dog was saved. 

Coyotes are opportunists so if we humans fail to keep our dogs safe; they will take the opportunity.  As far as cats go?  Don't even get me started there.  I've been witness to cat deaths by coyotes far too often and do not understand cats at large with the threat of coyotes around.  I just don't get it.  But then again, this is about dogs.  Keep yours safe. 

Canines, amazing.

What came to mind as I opened my computer this morning and thought about blogging was dogs.  Hahaha, very funny, right?  No I mean just dogs; (another slip, oops) dogs in the simplest form.  Not their behavior, not problems, not a story or something I saw, simply dogs.  Laying across my legs is Elsa, her 600 lb body causing me to shift uncomfortably and beside her, closer to the end of the bed is Luke.  They are doing nothing; both are deep in sleep but even then they bring me such joy.  Just watching them as they twitch away in their dreams makes me happy. 

Much of our time together is spent just being; coexisting within a moment.   When given the chance they will always choose to follow me.  Where I lie or sit, they are by my side.  There are no words spoken but much is understood in the silence.  We are one. 

When you bring a dog into your family; there is much anticipation, sometimes expectation.  What does a dog consider when they are added to a new family?  Do they have hopes and dreams?  Doubtful, what they want is companionship; a being to chill with in their day to day.  Living with dogs is all about... living with dogs.  A redundant statement; yes, but one that can be missed by it's simplicity. 

Our job as a guardian of canines, is to care for and give our dogs a wonderful life.  That not only means offering great nutrition, socializing, exercise and comfort but a oneness that can only be achieved with a dog.  Many people live with dogs without ever truly knowing a dog.  There is nothing like it; when you finally connect with a dog the way that it should be, you will no doubt be changed forever.  It can be that one connection that moves you into the true dog person realm.  I remember having a discussion years ago with a woman who had four dogs.  When I spoke of knowing what my dogs were thinking she asked "how do you know what they are thinking?"  This question left me full of my own questions; one being "how do you not know?"  She did not know because although she had four dogs at her house; she did not truly live with her dogs, they were outside dogs. 

Exterior makes no difference to a connection.  From the largest, furriest giant dog to the hairless, tiny munchkins; there is a connection to be made with each and every one.  All are different just like we are all different.  But the difference is only in the image and personality; the canine amazingness is in each.  It is a connection that lets us see the amazing in a dog.  If you have never had a connection that has changed your very being then it is time to make one.  First contact, is a powerful one.  Allowing yourself to be swept away by the true awesomeness of a dog is so powerful that you cannot be left unchanged by it.  

Once you have made a true connection with a dog it will happen again and again.  This can happen with dogs who are strangers; not only your own dog or dogs.  I find myself quite smitten within moments of meeting other dogs.  I love the heart of a canine.  When I have the chance to meet and connect with other dogs I am always left with a sense of honor.  I may not get to live with them, but we had a fleeting connection.  It is the little things. 

Who dunnit?

                   I took this photo many years ago; but remember the moment like it was yesterday.  The big dogs rallied together, trying to intimidate the little one.  He was not intimidated and held his own.  Lucky for him the Labradors were impressed and welcomed him into their club. 


You know those you tube's where an owners is asking their dogs "who did this?"  The ones that everyone think are so funny?  Well I hate them, I do not think that they are funny.  Why you ask?  I'll tell ya.   When  dog's ears drop, their head lowers and their eyes squint; they are submitting.  When you continue to push the submit buttons, just imagine how a dog is feeling during the interaction?  I can get my dogs to look guilty easily; most people can but should we?  No. 

Dog communications are fleeting, very swiftly given and meant to be received and read as quickly.  Unless there is a huge turmoil between dogs; messages typically last seconds or fractions of seconds.  Continued submitting puts a dog in a very stressful situation.  It causes great anxiety.  Constantly asking "did you do this?" just to get a cute behavior out of a dog is really sad. 

So many people come to the conclusion that their dog knows they've done wrong just by their behavior when asked.  But try asking when they have done nothing wrong; you'll get the same guilty behavior.  We humans have a tendency to draw things out, don't we?  When we are mad we love to prolong the agony; trying to ingrain a message to the core.  But dogs don't work like that; their world revolves around the moment.  Instant feedback is how they learn and deal with issues in life..  It is by far the best way to deal with their behaviors; both desirable and unwanted.  Instantaneously. 

Playing with your dog's emotions is not a good idea.  They don't understand "I was just kidding," moments like we do.  You cannot tell them after asking them "did you do this?" that it was all just to show your friends how cute they look when they are guilty.  I don't think that it is cute or funny; canine communications are very serious.  By drawing out a submission, you put a great deal of stress and risk fallout behaviors from it.  When a dog is forced to submit for long periods of time; it may not last forever.  There may come a time when they say "enough is enough."  Submission can go bad when a dog has had enough.  Then what? 

Some trainers (like on television) think that constant submissive signals are required for a proper relationship.  They believe that dogs need to be consistently signaling submission to us.  That is a bunch of dog crap.  Life is filled with feedback moments but when life is good it should just be good.  There should be no constant requirement to submit.  Saving serious feedback for serious moments hold much more impact.  Even then a small communication is all that may be needed.  Take for instance when your dog is chewing on your favorite shoes.  That is a moment to offer feedback.  What I look for is the slightest ear drop of "ooops, wrong item."  The issue is dealt with; move on. 

Being in a submissive state is not healthy; nor is a good place for any dog to be in.  It should only be called upon when truly required for a communication.  Don't use it as entertainment.  Dogs would never do that to us.  Come on people. 

Breaking the chain of habit

Recently my husband and I ran into a whole bunch of Guide Dog puppy raisers and their puppies.  I have met many puppies wearing their yellow vests, out and about socializing.A Guide Dog puppy raiser's job is to socialize and teach basic obedience.  At around the age of 18 months of age the puppy then goes through intensive Guide dog training in hopes of being placed with a blind person in need.   It is a wonderful thing when it all comes together and a dog passes the test of being a certified Guide Dog.  I pulled out my phone and asked if I could snap some pictures.  I thought that these guys and their socializing would make for a nice blog piece, but it turned into something else. 

Sadly what I witnessed just a few days ago were a bunch of puppies who were being yanked around  on chains.  Of course I stopped to talk to them as I had never seen so many in one place before.  When I stopped, I bent down to pet the beautiful yellow Labrador baby in front of me.  She squinted in submission and offered me a couple of licks; but the response from her raiser was some discipline for licking. "No lick, no lick,"  he said very sharply as he slapped her under the chin.  I stood immediately and just watched the rest who were all Labradors except for one German Shepherd puppy.  I realized then that they all had huge choke collars on.  I was surprised because the last bunch of Guide dogs I'd seen were wearing Gentle leaders and Easy Walk harnesses. 

Instead of a great social event with all the puppies being happy it was a very negative coming together from my point of view.  Yanking chains was all I could hear along with the multiple "NO's" from the puppy raisers.  As the puppies tried to interact with one another they were firmly yanked back.  I thought the whole idea was to interact with one another; the formal training comes later, no?  So now I'm curious as to how much guidance and education that puppy raisers are given as far as socializing their puppy.  Socializing is huge; you all know how much I preach about the socializing part of puppyhood.  It is the most important aspect of raising a puppy.  But socializing should be fun and positive; negative experiences at a young age can have lasting effects.

Now I am not coming down on Guide dogs as a whole; like I said I think it is wonderful.  But how much education is given to the puppy raisers on how to and not to socialize properly is offered?  Were these puppy raisers just guided by an over zealous puppy raiser?  One who thought his job was to whip these little wanna be Guide Dogs into shape?  Perhaps.   But this bunch of little perspective Guide dog's necks were suffering the brunt of some serious yanking.  My husband said "let's go" as he could not stand to see them yanked on further; he continued to voice his concerns about the treatment as we walked away.  It wasn't just me, the positive trainer who had seen the wrong.

I was very surprised and plan on contacting the Guide Dogs of America to find out how much guidance, puppy raisers are given.  It was definitely not a feel good moment. 

Luke turns 13

Today is the day, the big man turns 13 and I could not be more thrilled.  It seems like just yesterday he joined our family.  The story of how he joined us is one of fate; it was just meant to be.  At the time I was working with a breeder to have a puppy shipped to us but once I met Luke at a friends house I could not get that little blonde face out of my mind.  I met him at 7 weeks of age and 5 weeks later he came home with us.

Luke is one of the loves of my life; he is a very, very special guy.  Never has a dog taught me so much about dogs and loving them than he has.  Happy Birthday my amazing man.

Luke's companion for over 11 years.  Tilley on the left.

Enjoying a run with Brad.

My love, my life.  Luke. 

Really?

Oh yes, I've written about this person before but I ran into her again today.  Let me ask you this... "should you have your dogs off leash if they will not come to you?"  I know, silly question.  But alas, there she was with her not so warm and fuzzy dogs OFF LEASH, again.  Luckily I spotted her from afar.  She was clear on the other side of the park when one of her dogs caught my attention.  We were done and heading out when I saw him so I just picked up my pace.  With Luke being so frail now a run in with some cranky dogs is not on my things to do list; so I am beyond careful with him and Elsa as well.  We got back to the car when she rounded the corner with one of her dogs.  The other?  Well, he was doing what he darn well pleased.

Her dogs had been on the other side of the fence from her which in itself is really stupid.  One dog had joined her on her side of the fence while the other decided not to.  I watched in amazement for a while before pulling out of the parking lot.  She called and called her dog who pretty much flipped her off and continued on his merry way.  She shrugged and followed him down the fence; her on one side and him on the other.  This is not a good situation unless of course you are out in the middle of nowhere with nothing to worry about. 

It doesn't matter how many times I see this; it still leaves me shaking my head in astonishment.  Another time I was standing talking to someone when her dog bolted off.  He was after squirrels and no matter how much she called he was not coming back until he was completely done.  Again, a very dangerous situation; you need to have control of your dog.  If your dog takes off, ignoring you completely then your dog should not be off leash.  Training needs to be started and consequences implemented. 

Just yesterday Elsa stopped, dropped her ball and began to sniff.  I yelled across the field "HEY," which is usually suffice to get her moving.  It was not so I gave her one chance; I called to her "Elsa Come," which is used very sparingly.  She stopped sniffing immediately; picked up her ball and headed to me.  Nice.  We have only had a couple of times where consequences were needed but she learned the lesson well.  Consequences for me are simply getting mad; calm and very steady go get the dog who is not coming and send them to the spot where I called them from. 

One of the last things I want to hear from someone when I ask them to put their dog on leash is "oh she won't come."  Really?

Another hump day

                     
                   This photo was taken with my laptop camera.  Not great but it will do in a pinch.  They've come a long way with computer and phone cameras. 

Well I've officially been without my main computer for a week.  I pick it up today, so I'm hoping that they fixed the blue screen issue.  I feel very lost without it; even though just hours before the crash I got a new laptop.  My main PC is the hub of my life; it is where I write, upload photos and stay connected throughout the day.  I love my office as well, both Elsa and Luke love it too so it will be nice to put my computer back in its home and get back to work.  I really like this new laptop but it is not my computer.  For one thing it has Windows 8 on it which I'm trying to get a handle on.  It is pretty easy but getting use to it is something else.  But I'm getting there. 

This new laptop has no disc drive so that means no putting old software into it.  Hmmmmmmmm???  When I was looking at all the new ones without disc drives I sat staring and pondering; this was going to be some work to dig up codes for online software.  Either dig up the old or go with the flow and buy new.  For Photoshop I'm going to have to go with new; upgrading to the newest version.  That's fine, I was meaning to do it anyway.  This laptop is light weight, so it can be dragged along with me everywhere which will enable me to write on the fly.  Nice.

So I have a new phone, new laptop and hopefully repaired office computer.  I'll be all set as far as my technology needs go.  Now to make them work for me.  I'm nearing the end of my training book and will hopefully have it out before Christmas.  My second book about my trip from CA to CT and back again is also nearing completion.  That one is a tough write so it is taking much longer. 

My main website www.justdogswithsherri.com is getting a much needed facelift.  New and exciting additions are coming but it will be a while until everything is up and running smoothly.  I am working on a webinar as well.  The first one is well under way and ideas for future webinars are in the works.  So stay tuned for that. 

I have incorporated my consultation packages on my website now and am excited to hear from and help those of you out who need it. 

Lots of changes coming and only one direction to go, straight ahead.