The day started out pretty good. Got up early to walk the poopers before it got too hot. We were making good time. Lots of treats. No reactivity. I was feeling mighty good. We round the dreaded corner towards the Bermuda Triangle of reactivity and Shane is doing pretty good. The little yappy terrier starts barking and I manage Shane pretty well. I hear a fight behind us so I stop to figure out what is happening. Shane gets a little feisty. Barks once or twice. We get past and head up the hill. I hear some yelling and turn to look. There is a woman in her pajamas standing in the middle of the street screaming. "You walk by my house one more time and I'm calling the police." Huh? I just stared at her and then turned around to walk away. Whatever. I'm sure Shane isn't the only dog her dog barks at. Good luck with getting the world to stay away from your house.
But Tuesday's Just as Bad
Not really. Tuesday was OK. Had to miss class due to work. Made it to our behavior class OK. The instructor used Shane as a demo dog. Very proud of him. She told us that we tend to focus on what's wrong with our dogs, rather than what is right about them. I bragged that Shane was doing better with cars and trucks, but we still have problems with barking dogs and loud noises. Good class.
Wednesday's Worse
OK. This song is bringing me down. Dogs were nuts today. Shane chased Maggie around the backyard in circles unable to catch her. Joy to watch. Worked with both a bit. Got Maggie over 4 jumps in a row. Took Shane to class where he promptly threw up all the green beans I gave him for dinner. Lesson learned. On our first run, Shane flung himself at the table again and hit his head pretty hard. Every time I think we've got it down. He just gets way too excited and stops thinking.
and Thursday's also sad
Today wasn't so good. Hard time blocking out all the negative talk at class. Dogs live in the moment. They don't remember a conflict that happened a week ago. Why do we? Let it go. Let's not label dogs and let's leave the handler to deal with his or her own dog. I don't like to sit in the stands at trials because of all the negative talk about people and their dogs. I need to get an IPod to block all this out. The good today is that Shane behaved himself. I'm doing better at catching his glances at dogs and people. He did OK on the table, but it was set pretty low.
Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down and pray
Everyone is off to College Station this weekend. I guess I must be adjusting because I'm not so sad about not going.
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