Showing posts with label bad dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad dog. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Good Thinking

Alfie walking in his jacket at my side, happy look on his face, tail high and wagging
I LOVE to work!

Had to laugh during today's walk when I noticed Alfie was paying better attention to our work than I was!  We were working at a new location (Sports Authority) and came to the section where they had row upon neatly arranged row of bikes for sale.  Great place to practice turns and "watch me."  So we were working our way through this rubber-tire-smelling maze and Alfie was doing great when I asked him to turn left into the next row.  He snorted loudly and refused, giving me one of his...well...looks.  I thought he was just being stubborn and repeated my command.  He refused again, this time sitting down rather decisively to emphasize his point.  That's when I actually took the trouble to look down that aisle...to see that way down the opposite end of that row, someone had pulled one of the bikes out into the aisle and it effectively blocked the path.  Since the aisles were so narrow (no room to turn around), I'd have either had to roll the bike out of the way, or we'd have both had to back out the way we came.  I had to laugh out loud at myself for missing that...and was pretty happy with Mr. Alf for avoiding the obstacle!

I can't say that all Alfie's mental activity is quite that commendable, though.  One of the things I worry about is his poor tolerance for boredom.  I was down with some type of virus for a couple of days and was treated to such attention-getting pranks as this...

Alfie at the back glass door looking very handsome EXCEPT for the fact that in his mouth he's holding a small cookie can that he snagged from a living room chair
Heh heh, look who's got your Chips Ahoy now!

He didn't actually try to chew the can of cookies open or anything, he just wanted to flaunt it at me so I'd notice and play with him.  Not exactly what you want when you're in bed snuffling and sniffing...sigh!  So for the next day or so Charissa gave him some extra backyard training sessions, and we made sure he was stocked with chew toys to keep him busy.  That seemed to work pretty well.

So yeah, ups and downs...but overall I think he's coming along!

In the GREAT NEWS category for GDTx...their 1st ever brood, yellow lab Poppy, gave birth this morning to a fantastic litter of 8 gorgeous puppies.  5 girls and 3 boys, the "A" litter is getting the GDTx breeding program off to a great start!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Experimenting

Alfie's always been the type to experiment.  I'm not talking chemistry sets or anything; it's just that from time to time he'll try some new mischief on for size and see where it gets him.  As a friend said about kids, "They're just runnin' it up the flagpole and seein' if anyone salutes."  Alfie reminds me of my days teaching elementary and junior high school.  He's like that smart kid who can get all his work done in 5 minutes, then spend the rest of the time engineering a spitwad factory or something.

Alfie in his work jacket, sitting politely in front of a bush of yellow flowers
Just testing the system!

Our latest test has had to do with his jacket.  Although Alfie loves the walks that go with the jacket, he's never been a big fan of the uniform itself.  Just lately, though, he's been utterly refusing to come get it put on before walks.  If I set it in the car to be put on at the training location, he won't get in.  Let me hasten to add, he's not AFRAID of it (I've seen puppies who are, but believe me, he's not).  His goal is to get me to chase him around with it while he dashes about laughing...well, dogs don't laugh but if he could this would be the time...thus accomplishing his twin dreams of being the center of attention and being in charge.  Not quite what I have in mind though!

Michelle and I talked recently about the situation and we implemented a few changes to the routine which have helped somewhat, such as feeding him in the jacket and taking it with us all the time when we go outside, not just before walks (keeping him guessing!) More obedience sessions and the maturing process in general have resulted in very nice home behavior overall.  But he hasn't totally given up on his anti-jacket schemes. 

So Friday, after coming in from doing his business he noticed me getting everything out for a walk...my ID badge, some dog treats, keys, etc.  Before I could even reach for the jacket he'd dashed off, tail high, with this look of "Catch me if you can!"  I wasn't even chasing him but he was clearly taunting, dodging this way and that.  I just kept getting ready, since previously ignoring these antics has brought him around.  Not this time.  I told him to get in the bus and he trotted cheerfully to the garage...only to veer off at the last minute, the rascal!  But in the garage he was easy to catch, and I just walked up calmly without a word, grabbed his collar, marched him to his crate and locked him in.  A few moments later I was driving off...yes, WITHOUT him...to the accompaniment of outraged barking.

He did not bargain on getting LEFT!

While Alfie's perfectly fine about being left home alone in his crate when there's no expectation of a walk, he KNOWS the difference between that and what had just happened.  Normally he gets left with a kong or something to chew, and maybe I'll leave the radio on.  He never gets worked up about it.  But when I get his gear ready, he's amped up and ready to go!  My hope was that since I know he wants to work and actually it's the highlight of his whole day, perhaps leaving him behind would get through to him.  As usual, this great idea came not from me but Michelle...ah, the joy of having tech support for puppies!!

The results surprised me!  I had to drop Katharine off at church, just a 5-minute drive from home, so I was back in about 10 minutes.  I decided to give him another chance.  Without any fanfare I walked up to his crate and was met with the most submissive-looking face I believe I've seen Alfie wear.  All I had to do was open the door and say the word...he was so relieved to come.  Wagging and subdued, he seemed to realize he was going to have to play by my rules if he wanted to come along at all.  A few moments later he was calmly seated in the car, leash and jacket in place.  Ah...that's better!   
Alfie, jacketed, walking briskly down a sidewalk in the late afternoon sun; the light turns his fur all reddish gold
Didn't see that coming!

After putting me through all that, it's only fair to add that Alfie went on to do one of his best walks ever for me!  He truly enjoys his work and it's so fun to watch him thinking through little obstacles and "problems".  Admittedly, I've got perfectionist leanings and a strong tendency to "tell" him what to do so he "gets it right." Lately, though,  I've been trying to dial that back (again, thanks to Michelle!) and let him figure things out on his own -- making his own decisions and learning from them.  If he messes up, no big deal, we just go back and rework it.  He doesn't mess up the same thing twice in a row, I've noticed that! 

Thursday, April 29, 2010

He Otter Know Better

Alfie's in love...with an otter.  A sweet, soft, furry plush otter that has lived peacefully in our family for years...until now!
plush, chocolate-brown stuffed otter propped up against the wall; it has a cute white face but its left ear has been gnawed off
Note to viewers:  This otter HAD a left ear...until yesterday!

Alfie developed otter envy just recently and first attempted the direct approach to attain his prize: barking at the otter owner (Katharine). When he saw that she wasn't about to be pushed around by a puppy, he resorted to thievery, snagging the otter when her back was turned. That might've worked, but later I noticed that every time I walked by where Alf lay on his dog bed he was suspiciously still. This is abnormal behavior for him...usually when I walk past he pops up and follows me instantly. Definitely hiding something! I very unceremoniously removed his prize, returned it to Katharine, and told him, in no uncertain terms, that he must "leave it!"

Alfie sitting alertly, otter next to his feet, a serious look on his face
I would never harm this otter, I swear!

Here's where it gets interesting. You see, just last week, Alfie got in trouble for grabbing the metal plug out of the tub and frolicking around the house with it. So his little furry brain has figured out: they like the plug. And: I like the otter. So he hops into the tub, grabs the plug, trots over to Katharine with it, and lays it gently on her lap. She looks at him, puzzled...he noses the plug toward her again, then gazes loooongingly at the otter (hint, hint!) His logic was plain: I have something you want...you have something I want...let's trade!!

Alfie's got a lot to learn though...you see, his plan broke down on 2 points: 1) Katharine, personally, could care less about the bathtub plug -- especially compared to her beloved otter; and 2) I, personally, have watched enough action movies to know: You never deal with terrorists! Or (I'm sure) puppies acting like terrorists! Nice try, Alfie, but all this clever trick earned you was several rounds of puppy pushups and a loss of freedom.  (Tethering a puppy to you for a few hours works wonders, in my experience.)

But uh...I'll admit...I couldn't help laughing!  Just a bit.

closeup of Alfie's brown face resting on the floor by the backdoor
Ummm...just trying to work out...are they laughing WITH me or AT me?!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Why You Should Use Stainless Steel Dog Dishes

Alfie's on leash, sitting, looking down at the dark floor where the white shrapnel of his shattered dog dish is lying scattered in front of him
Hmmm...not quite what I'd planned...think they'll give me a bigger one now?

Because preoccuppied mommy types like me can forget to pick them up...

...and somepuppy gets hungry...

...and his not-so-subtle way of telling us involves grabbing the bowl and flinging it on the ground...

OOPSIE!!!

'nuff said?!