Drina, my little agility star

Drina, my little agility star
Drina did everything with flair...

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Even more whacked out than I knew...

My dog Dare is pretty much nuts.  I know she is crazy but last night was beyond weird. 

As I excitedly pumped up my brand new Bosu with a foot pump (wonderful present from my mom that I can use for me AND the dogs!), I noticed Dare staring at me intently.  I kept pumping and she began whining and crying.  Okay...  Then again she does lots of weird things so I ignored it and next thing I know she starts barking her high pitch, ear drum shattering buzz saw bark. 

I just can't believe that a foot pump could possibly so exciting so I tell her to "chill" and continue. 

Next thing I know, my foot is being pummeled with a mighty ninja pounce...I scream and Dare rallies for another attack.  Okay, not so amused now.

The broomball is trying to escape
Luckily, Dare is always willing to find a replacement activity when she gets over stimulated so the whole foot pump episode prompted a little fit of broomball soccer which looks like this:
Can't contain the excitement
Dare background - the broomball escaped.  Brag just doesn't see what the big deal is about...there isn't any food, right?
Dare and her broomball - a match made in heaven

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Good by-product of the stupid snow...

Seeing as how I haven't been able to exercise my dogs for days and they have been absolutely driving me up the wall (not sure if the pointed, pathetic expressions or the hyperactive spasms are worse), I promised them I'd do SOMETHING, ANYTHING with them today.  So, I put Dare behind the baby gate in the kitchen and started with Braggie.  First we just did some boring conditioning stuff (sideline situps, downs into stands, core stuff, etc), then moved into some work with rights and lefts (thought maybe I'd give training directionals a go in case I want to rule the world at Gamblers in the future) and spinning into heal position from whereever he is (he LOVES those and does them so freakin' cute) and finally I brought him to the staircase with the intent to do 2o/2o training.  I did a couple bottoms with him but then I decided I'd use the split, carpeted staircase to do some funs stuff like making him go away from me, run up the stairs, backing up while he was up there, doing sits and downs and catching treats from a far distance.  I realized Brag is awesome at backing up at a distance which I thought was cool and I also realized he doesn't really understand how to do a sit from a down at distance.  It also occured to me that I use the exact same word to mean line up at heal and back up away from me (well - they are a little different...I use 'get back' to mean line up at heal and 'back it up' to mean go in reverse) and that could be sort of confusing.  I think my dogs have more history with me saying 'get back' to I should come up with something new for backing in reverse...anyone have any ideas?

Anyway, while I was working with him it was so much FUN!  I didn't want to stop and kept coming up with different things to do.  Of course he thought it was the best shit ever too.  I hope it has inspired me to do stupid little pet tricks much more often instead of just taking them for a boring run or walk everyday. 

After Brag and I were done I brought Dare out.  She is sooooo much better at Brag at sitting up (I guess some people call it sitting pretty).  I need to get a picture of her because she is so freaking cute and always holds up her feet for balance and if she is losing her balance just moves her front paws around until she regains the balance.  The other cool thing she does is go into a stand from the sit pretty and then spin around like a circus pony.  I really don't know where she comes up with some of this stuff.  She woudl be such an amazing dog for someone that was really into tricks and really into Obedience...too bad she is stuck with me.  :)  On the other hand, Dare is so much worse at lining up at heal...she doesn't really get it and when Dare doesn't get something she starts spinning around trying new things and then the barking will start and everything gets very chaotic.  Brag gets all worked up behind the gate and jumps over and it is just a f*ckery.  Anway, we sort of worked through that and did right and lefts as well.  Interestingly she is very good at the right spins but not nearly as good at the left spins.  I find that peculiar since Brag is equal on both.  We then moved onto the staircase maneuvers and she was pretty decent at sits and downs at a distance from me but still comes forward on her down to hang her paws over the first step and likewise on the sit will come forward and sort of do a 2o/2o on the first step.  She seems to understand sit from down more than Brag.  We only received one uninvited visit from Brag during our staircase games.

To end the session I got out the clicker and more little treats and sat down on the couch to see what Dare would do with herself.  She started engaging the little ottoman which was no surprise because last winter we did some stupid pet tricks with the ottoman.  I was quite impressed that she remembered and what she was doing because somehow she managed to roll it around doing positions on it the entire way.  She also took off the top and did stuff with that by itself.  She is just so freaking 'operant' (risking being that annoying person by using that word but it is true).

Dare just cracks me up.  I think I've been so beyond frustrated with her in agility that I really needed this session to remind me what an absolutely cool, funny and scary smart dog she is.  It has been rolling around in my head for a little while that I just might not have the dedication and patience to get her past her reactive behaviors enough to ever have a successful agility dog.  The fact that she is absolutely a spectacular agility dog when she is in a location where she can focus totally on me doesn't do us much good when we can't trial in those locations.  Additionally, she has proven to me that I cannot even train her in a class setting.  So I guess what I've been considering is sort of throwing in the towel with trialing for good.  That seems so brash and like such a cop out and such a lame thing for me to do I can't quite think through the issue.  Dare appears to be so young but she will be 6 years old in four short months.  Now that is not at all old in my book but it is old considering we have no teamwork together and there doesn't seem to be much hope that she will just 'grow out of it.'  I think either I commit to a ton of work with some extreme behavior modification or I give it up.  I just hate admitting that I might not have the stuff to pull this off but then again is there anything wrong with that?

This also brings to mind that Brag is 8 1/2 years old and I hope to run him for a good many years yet, but if I do decide not to pursue trialing with Dare I could find myself without a dog to trial if I don't think about getting a puppy in the near future.  I feel sooooo not ready for a puppy in my life though.  The 2 dog thing is absolutely wonderful and they get along well and fit in my vehicles and so on.  A very big part of me doesn't want to bring a puppy into our life until Brag is retired.  I don't think I'm alone in the thought that I 'want to do it right' with my next puppy.  With Brag I had no clue what I was doing and with Dare she wasn't 'mine' until she was over a year old I believe.  I also had no idea what I was dealing with when she first started her reactive behavior.  I thought it was cute how excited she got by Border Collies!  Never again will I be that stupid again but past is past and I can't dwell on should haves.

Arg I've gone off on a tangent when all I wanted to say is how much fun I had playing with my dogs today and I hope we do it again very soon!

Pioneers of the Icy Tundra - Tales of Snownami 2011

I've now come to grips with yesterday morning enough to bring it out of my buried unconscious:  Stupidest decision of 2010 has to be deciding to drive my little car to work yesterday since I was too lazy to pull Jeep out of garage Friday night and thought since I was getting home around 11a I'd be okay.  Mmmm....not so much.  Got stuck at work trying to leave but that was fun because 3 of my male co-workers just pushed and away I went.  Drive home I saw lots of stuck people but I chose my paths wisely.  Found that my house was inside a snow oasis that was nearly impossible to penetrate.  Drove around for a while getting stuck here and there until I found a side street that would get to my alley.  Get into the far end of my alley and we are stuck.  Run down entire alley to get my shovel and luckily halfway down someone offers me a shovel and snow blows a little for me.  I got about 1/4 of the way down right away and then we were just done...no more movement.  My little car was acting as a shovel that would push snow in front of it until it was immobile.  I get out, shovel for 5 minutes or so and then move a couple of inches and repeat.  This continues for about an hour and a half and my hair is iced and frozen to my head and my arms and back are screaming from shoveling and I can no longer feel my legs and I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown when 3 saviors come out and push me.  After that it only took about 45 minutes to get down the rest of the alley and into my garage.  My thighs were beet red for over an hour.  I made my heroes some cookies but unfortunately they sucked.  Hopefully it is the thought that counts.  On the bright side, as soon as I showered and got warm I took off again in my most wonderfulest Jeep and had a very enjoyable and productive day of shopping.  I got most of my Christmas shopping done as well as stocked up on groceries.  Only problem was trying to get home because there weren't any highway exits that weren't full of stuck cars and people trying to dig themselves out. 

Then came the moment that all Jeep's dream of...a seemingly impenetrable barrier of snow at the front of our parking spot.  An evil plow beast apparently visited the alley while we were away.  I knew if we didn't get in that I'd have to navigate the complex and dizzying rules of Minneapolis snow emergency law.  That is clearly above my capabilities.  The wall of hard, frozen snow was mid thigh level - much, much higher than my Jeep's wheels.  I spoke with Jeep and told him that all those previous winters were just training for this moment.  There was no room for error and no opportunity to take a run at it.  We had to hit it sideways or die trying.  This was to be our defining moment.  I apologized and confessed how wrong I was for ever trying to sell my brave and precious Jeep.  After figuring out how to get into 4 "low" we girded our loins, took a deep breath and hit the gas.  We smash through the concrete snow wall and spun the tires to get traction and plow into our spot sort of sideways and then breathe a sigh of relief.  We are good and stuck for the first time in Jeep history but that was tomorrow's issue.  For tonight we were safe and sound in our own driveway.

Meanwhile, little blue sits nestled in the garage to slumber until the April thaw.  She was a valiant little car for taking us to and from southern CA safely and getting us out of the Colorado Rockies in a snow storm and now she can take a much needed break until warmer times.