Just as I was complaining that no one was having a real discussion about this, one of my favorite blogs came to the rescue. Check it out here.
And, a more narrowly-defined bill has already been introduced. Here’s to it making it through this time…
Oh good its Thursday… time to screw around…
Just found out my club practice got canceled as someone failed to properly secure the permit for the park on Saturday. LAME. I guess we’ll make our own practice, maybe incorporating the EVIL home weaves… Class tonight.
I am struggling still with the whole trainer thing. I think I have unrealistic expectations, not so much in how “much” I will learn from a trainer, but rather of how interested the trainer should be in my progress/activities once I am out of class and/or at a trial.
I grew up riding horses, at a barn, for many, many years. The majority of my childhood until I left for college. These were nothing fancy by any means, but we did ride 3-4 times a week and show on the local B/C circuit. I had the same trainers for years. Really–depending on my age–they were probably 50-75% trainer and 25-50% babysitter. They had a vested interest in how I did, how my horse was, and at the shows, they were right there with us. And this was with a large barn of somewheres in the neighborhood of 30-50 students at any given time…
So I know agility is different than a hunter-jumper barn. And I also haven’t been doing this that long, so maybe I just haven’t found my training hero yet. Having a horse in training is exponentially more financially draining than going to agility once a week and trials a few times a month–so maybe it was a money thing… Or maybe this will be my thing to “go it on my own” in some capacity… But really I am seeking someone who gives a crap once I’ve left their classroom and my $20 session isnt in effect. Someone who at the shows doesn’t have to hold my hand, but at least will actively watch my runs, and give me advice on the course, and not either ignore me or tell me all about how they will run their dog (without any relation to how mine might go)… is this too much to ask?
I went to yet another facility last night. I was proud of myself how I tracked this one down. After old trainer had a strained look on her face when I told her who I had taken a few classes with up here, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt (even though she drives me crazy sometimes, I still respect her opinion and want to continue in the vein she has started us off in), and kept hunting. I racked my brain for someone I had seen run their dogs up here, around my level, whom I thought was good. One young girl popped into my mind who runs her Mini Aussie and Cavalier. She runs quietly and positively and her dogs do well. So I internet stalked her via our Club and luckily for me she is exceedingly nice and invited me to sit in on her class last night.
Really nice facility, nice trainer (not the head one I hope to take classes with, but I’d be happy with this one too to start). I like that all the main trainers seem to run mixed breed/rescue dogs along with their purebred dogs. That seems silly, but it means a lot to me, to have someone who is interested in overcoming those little unique behavioral issues that rescues come readymade with. So… we’ll see.
I’m not trying to become one of those people who is notorious for trainer-hopping and being in denial of issues that the dog/owner has, just looking for the right “fit”… to be continued.
A horrid, horrid animal abuse story has hit the local papers, tv and online sites in OC. A German Shepherd was chained in a backyard for an estimated 5 weeks without food or water. Last week someone got into the yard and took the dog away and surrendered it. The dog was so emaciated he weighed 37 pounds (an adult male GSD should weigh 70-80lbs), had a stomach full of rocks and dirt, and could not lift his head. He is currently in good care and is slowly gaining back weight and according to the photos and videos I’ve seen, seems like a really nice guy despite all he has been through.
Today they arrested his “owner.” She is a 26 year old woman, with a young child. Bad enough right? Wrong. She is a VET TECH. No, you didnt read that wrong. She WORKS at a VETERINARY HOSPITAL.
I cant even begin to describe the rage I am feeling right now. Horrified. Disgusted. So fucking angry doesn’t even come close. I hope she gets the absolute maximum sentence, plus many more years for good measure. And can CPS come pick up the kid, like, NOW?
Here’s the story which I am sure will keep evolving as Courage gets better and she goes to trial.
Added: this could be a great jumping off point for California’s Proposed Animal Abusers Registry? How effective that could be, I do not know, but not sure that it would hurt either… Hopefully at the very least would keep sick fucks like this woman from getting a job at an animal clinic?
What is it about Thursdays that make me particularly useless? And or make my brain go into dog-training-info-seeking-overdrive? My chain of internet wanderings from the bottom up…
Oh, and not part of today’s time-wasters (well not really “wasters” I’m learning stuff, dammit!) but been meaning to post this one for a while: old NYT article on designer dog breeding.
We are hopping in the car shortly to shuttle the dogs off to the Inland Empire for their vacation and our ski trip. Semi-ready for a break, but already looking forward to getting back at training after some time off…
Tried to very nicely talk my co-worker today into ditching her plans for a shock collar and working on Doggie Zen and some “interruption” cues instead… Her massive Golden has serious, serious vacuum issues. He has lately eaten plastic food wrappers, corn cobs, athletic tape, his dog toys… Its going to come back and bite her -hard- one of these days (bad pun, sorry). But I totally sympathize with her plight. We have the same problem though our dogs’ by default-smaller mouths seem to somewhat limit what they hoover. Sent her some Doggy Zen guidelines from DragonflyLlama, hopefully she takes them the right way…
Our Canine Partners group last weekend. Me and Forest second from the right (he was being squirmy, the only unbehaved “All American” apparently). Our friends Cat and her “Swap Meet Poodle” Alfie next to us on the left. They started agility right when we did, and this was their first trial as well.
And some Lure Coursing Pics finally. Its crazy how the dogs instinctive/primal side shows through in images when they are really doing what they were bred to do… I wish he looked this excited/focused in his agility pics! Maybe someday…
We are burnt, I think. Or rather he is burnt–Forest that is. Maybe too much agility time in the span of a short ten-twelve days or so.
Yesterday at the UKI Match (fun, flowy courses–we Q’ed in Steeplechase and got 2nd by 3/10 of a second to one of our classmates–yay!) the final straw was the whistle in Gamblers. I knew something was off as soon as we went toward the ring, and quickly figured out it was the whistle freaking him out. He’ll get wiggy-spacey at times, but not scaredy dog freaked out. Worries about making enough points to go on to the Gamble quickly went away and I was more worried about flat out melt down drama. It thankfully didnt get that bad, but he was running the obstacles with his tail tucked between his legs. Poor guy. At the Gamble whistle (which we definitely didnt make the points for, so why did they blow it? I dont really know the rules…), he stopped dead in his tracks. At that point I went and scooped him up seeing no reason to prolong the torture.
He also decided yesterday morning that he hates the weaves at home. HATES. As in will not go near them. Like I-Have-Never-Done-These-Before-WTF? He was fine at the trial yesterday, but Home Weaves Are Evil, apparently. Awesome. I really hope this doesnt translate elseswhere and that this is a phase. Really, really hoping.
In an effort to overcome the Whistle-Fear and Weaves-Hatred, I bought the stinkiest thing the deli guys could find for me today–Head Cheese. I was hoping for some tripe, but that was a no go. The first meat counter guy looked at me like I was a freak so we moved on. Over at the deli section, a slightly odd but very enthusiastic guy was more than happy to help me find the most pungent, funky thing they had to offer–with the criteria that it freezes decent and I could chop it into little bits.
The Head Cheese went over well, but not well enough to get him to do the Evil Weaves today. Thats okay. I think. I gave up and decided to take them to the dog park instead so they could have some dog time. (He wouldnt weave for the Head Cheese, but then was following me around the house all morning crawling all over me. I determined we needed to exorcise the demons somehow.)
We’ll take a break from weaving at hoome for a few days then hope for the best. After tomorrow he’ll get massive agility vacay for over a week as we’ll be out of town and he and Diego will be shipped off to the Grandparents’ house. There they basically run amok and do whatever the hell they want, no holds barred. Always fun bringing them back down to reality after being there (you mean I cant jump up in your face and sleep on your pillow and counter-surf at home?!?!?), but hopefully he’ll be a little more ready to work…