Today was a mixed bag. The high point was playing with Sugar in the “beach club,” a fenced area with a doggie pool. She ran around like a nut, got into the water up to her elbows or so, and dunked her whole face in to play around. She balked just short of going all the way in, but I think eventually she’ll be a great water dog. Next time I want to get in with her and see what she’ll do.
Joker and I also had a particularly excellent training session this morning. He gets so hyper-tuned in to me after we have clicker sessions that he’ll just stare at me waiting for the magical mystical noise to return.
The low point would have to be spending an hour cursing myself for losing all the grooming tools I just bought yesterday, driving myself and my roommates crazy looking for the stuff, only to find it in the back seat of my car. Grrrr! I drive myself nuts with that kind of thing – just ask Dave.
A second low was being informed that Sugar was found this morning eating her own poop. Delightful! This can be a sign of any number of things. The most likely answer, I am guessing, is that we recently switched her to a higher calorie food (she’s quite underweight) and so she’s excreting more nutrients and wanting to get them back. That doesn’t make it any less gross, though. Anyway, I’ll talk to someone about it tomorrow if it happens again, and then decide whether or not to be worried.
I was saying to one of my roommates that while the weekend has been heavenly in a lot of ways, I do have this sense that I’m not working hard enough, that I should be doing more training sessions, or longer ones, or studying, or watching other people train or study…something! So going back to the regimented weekday schedule where you go and go and go until you can go no more will be a bit of relief from that guilt, if nothing else. I’m also looking forward to getting some feedback from instructors on how my dogs are progressing. I think it’s going well, but it’s hard to say for sure. I don’t know if we get officially tested on what we’re working on so far, but it’s kind of a more ambiguous skill than “sit” or “come,” so that makes it hard to measure how well we’re doing.
Anyway, it’s dinnertime. For me…the dogs already ate.
Joker and I also had a particularly excellent training session this morning. He gets so hyper-tuned in to me after we have clicker sessions that he’ll just stare at me waiting for the magical mystical noise to return.
The low point would have to be spending an hour cursing myself for losing all the grooming tools I just bought yesterday, driving myself and my roommates crazy looking for the stuff, only to find it in the back seat of my car. Grrrr! I drive myself nuts with that kind of thing – just ask Dave.
A second low was being informed that Sugar was found this morning eating her own poop. Delightful! This can be a sign of any number of things. The most likely answer, I am guessing, is that we recently switched her to a higher calorie food (she’s quite underweight) and so she’s excreting more nutrients and wanting to get them back. That doesn’t make it any less gross, though. Anyway, I’ll talk to someone about it tomorrow if it happens again, and then decide whether or not to be worried.
I was saying to one of my roommates that while the weekend has been heavenly in a lot of ways, I do have this sense that I’m not working hard enough, that I should be doing more training sessions, or longer ones, or studying, or watching other people train or study…something! So going back to the regimented weekday schedule where you go and go and go until you can go no more will be a bit of relief from that guilt, if nothing else. I’m also looking forward to getting some feedback from instructors on how my dogs are progressing. I think it’s going well, but it’s hard to say for sure. I don’t know if we get officially tested on what we’re working on so far, but it’s kind of a more ambiguous skill than “sit” or “come,” so that makes it hard to measure how well we’re doing.
Anyway, it’s dinnertime. For me…the dogs already ate.
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