I’ve decided that I’m going to teach Spencer to go belly up when I say the word boss. That way whenever someone tells me I need to show him who’s boss I can just say “Spen, who’s the boss?” and he’ll “submit” to me. Maybe it’ll shut some of these dominance fanatics up. I doubt it but I still think it’ll be funny to see their reaction. Now I just need to teach him to roll onto his back on cue.
Started to work with him on closing doors recently. I tried it ages ago but couldn’t get him to interact with the door at all. This time I stood in the bedroom and pushed the door almost shut with him still in the dining room. Of course that was completely unacceptable to him, I might have escaped using a secret trapdoor or something, and he immediately shoved the door open with his nose. Click and treat. Repeat several times. Then we moved on to the door being open enough for him to see me and him touching it, then pushing it. Then on me being on the same side of the door as him. It really didn’t take long once I’d managed to actually get him interacting with the door. We still need to build up to him shutting it properly but he’s definitely got the idea that he’s to move the door.
Oh, and I’m no longer worried that I’m confusing him with training sessions. Whenever I’m teaching him something new he’ll be offering it and offering it and then suddenly he’ll stop offering it and try everything else he knows that’s been reinforced before. Then when all those fail he goes back to whatever we’re working on. Then a few minutes later the same thing will happen again. I’ve asked about it on forums and been told I must be confusing him, that training sessions must be going on too long and stuff like that. Anyway, I’ve been reading The Clicked Retriever and the author talks about something she calls the Training W which is exactly what Spencer (and Rupert before him) has been doing. Apparently it’s quite common and means the dog is well on its way to really understanding what you’re asking for and you should just wait the dog out. So that’s a bit of a relief.
Had a horrendous few days with Spen lately. I dunno whether it’s the sort of darkest before dawn thing as in he’s behaving so badly just before he starts coming out of the teenage stage or what but it’s been annoying. The other night he picked up a shoe so I ignored him as usual. He came right up to me, dropped the shoe, stared at me, picked it up, dropped it, stared some more, picked it up, dropped it and spent about 10 minutes doing this. I was ready to strangle him with the shoe laces by the time he finally gave up! Loose leash walking has been horrendous. Recall has gone again, he’s jumping up again and has just generally been not particularly nice to take out or do anything with. On his walks yesterday though he wanted to interact with me. Either playing tug or chase or practising his obedience so hopefully whatever it was he’s now snapped out of it, it’s the first time in about 10 days that he’s wanted to engage with me outside. Fingers crossed!
Hubby has also not been well. Last Monday night, well Tuesday morning about 4am, he woke up with one side of his face about 10 times the size of the other. Went to the doctors where they sent him for an emergency dentists appointment. Abscess under a wisdom tooth so they gave him antibiotics. Friday he went back only to be sent to hospital to have the wisdom tooth taken out. Course he had to take transport there and back in case they needed to knock him out to do it. Poor bugger had the tooth out at around half 2, got home at half 7. He’d been given no painkillers or anything so of course was in agony. He now shares my feelings on using the medical transport in the future again. The words “never again” have come from both of our mouths after our experiences with it.
Also shows his crooked tail but since there’s nothing I can do about his tail I’m not too bothered about that lol. And forgive the rather ragged looking giant tennis ball, it was Ruperts so it’s all chewed up but Spen is rarely seen without it in the house. Where he goes it goes.