Learning to Focus

Lately I've been working hard on organizing group classes. It's been a pretty good success. We had a lot of interest and our turn out has been good. I'm thankful the public is finally seeing that training is key to a happy and healthy dog.

I've also picked up more private session clients which means I am keeping busy. Between homework and clients and a day job, I'm pretty sure sleep is becoming more and more optional. We do not advertise. We have fliers and cards, but all our business comes from word of mouth (and perhaps my big mouth, but that's another story). We survive off client referrals and we are thankful for each and every person who refers us!

Let's see, in the last two weeks, I drove almost to Arkansas, met a dog who reminds me so much of Greyson it could be his long lost twin (other than she's 8 months old and no where near the same breed mix), had Greyson get extremely ill, had to tell a family their dog is dog aggressive and they shouldn't let him try to make new friends, oh and we secured a building for training classes.

Back to the whole dog aggressive thing though. It's something I have experience in. I live with it day in and day out. Sometimes it's called Dog Reactive, Dog Selective or downright Dog Aggressive. Greyson didn't start out this way. He played with the neighbors dogs when he was young. I thought he would be golden with all dogs. Imagine my surprise when he wasn't. It really made me step back and review what I could have possibly done wrong.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It's not what was done wrong. It's not what I didn't do with him. It's just...well...he's a dog. And just like humans, not all dogs like all other dogs. Greyson has playmates. He has Cupcake. Being that he doesn't enjoy 99% of the dog population doesn't mean that he can't have a full and happy life. It means we work harder to avoid situations that will set him up for failure.

So how do we do that and exist you ask? I taught Greyson to "Focus". We started out small. I asked for simple eye contact at first. Just glance at me and you get treats. Of course, Grey being Grey and being highly food motivated helps here. Look at me and boom you get cheese cube! Suddenly I had a dog who always wanted to look at me. Please note: I did NOT feed him cheese every time he looked at me. We did it to the point where Greyson was willing to play the lottery with me in hopes of getting treats.

As we slowly upped the ante, we moved out in the real world. Obviously just being in the living room wasn't going to work. He HAD to leave the house sooner or later. So, I sat down and wrote out a training protocol to train Greyson with a cue of "Focus". I then had it proofread by two others, one being a CPDT Trainer and the other being Kayla. Then I put that baby in motion.

In no time Greyson was making some great strides. Then we hit a plateau and we stumbled back a few steps. It was my fault though. Anytime you increase Distance, Duration, Different Environment, or Delivery of Reward you have to lower other criteria. I didn't do that. I realized it though and we moved on past it.

The "Jackpot" came at the pet store when someone with a small dog came around the corner as I was paying on a retractable. One quick "Grey Focus" and he was on it! He sat looking up at my nose like it was going to jump off my face and do tricks. As soon as I was done paying I think I shoved about 5 treats in his mouth as I was loving on him and "Good Boy"ing him like crazy. A situation that could have become very volatile VERY quick was saved by a single word and a lot of saying the word in sessions throughout a few weeks.

The kicker of this is even though Greyson knows the cue for "focus" it has to be practiced. Training isn't something you can do, chalk it up to being known and never work on it again. Training is continual. We have to keep up sessions with our dogs. It not only strengthens the bond with them but it keeps their minds active and honestly it's tiring to a dog. I'll never forget a session with a client and their German Shepherd where the dog was exhausted from working and went and laid at the door to go out. Keep the sessions short and focused. Use everyday events as a training exercise! Going for a quick stroll? Take your treat bag and work on "heel" as you go. Your dog will be exhausted and satisfied at the end!

So, in close, having a dog who doesn't like every other dog you meet isn't the end of the world. It doesn't mean you can't ever leave your house again. It means you have to have a very trained dog who is well behaved is what it means. Can you go to dog parks? Nope. Can you go off leash all the time? No (and there are laws against that anyway for a reason). Can you go to doggie daycare? Nope! But your dog can still go places with you. Your dog can be a Canine Good Citizen, a champion trick dog, or just a dog who his family loves and takes him on vacations with them. It doesn't change who your dog is, just changes what you teach him to do!

And for now I leave you with a picture of Greyson from this morning. He decided it wasn't worth it to get out of bed. Please ignore the goopy eye (he's still getting over being sick).

Can't Save Them All

October is a hard month for me. It's the anniversary of putting down a dog who I was fighting to save. She was deemed "unable to-be rehabilitated " even though the vet gave her a 50/50 chance to survive. I wasn't willing to give up, but my opinion was ignored as I didn't have enough experience to mean anything to the courts.

Ever since then I've been on a mission to save the dogs no one thinks can be saved. I learned to assess behavior and read dogs signals. I've spent countless hours studying and sometimes it feels for naught.

I get a lot of phone calls and messages about dogs in need. I try to help as much as I can. I try to find rescues to help when I can or try to find qualified homes if possible. I network like a mad woman and drive my family crazy at times. In the end, I am just one woman trying to make a difference in a dog's life.

A lot of the dogs are well adapted creatures who through no fault of their own come into my world. Some have some baggage and some have behavior issues that need to be dealt with. Rarely is a dog perfect, but even rarer is there a dog who doesn't see me for being peace and light in their world.

I go armed with treats, hot dogs and peanut butter. I know how to approach a dog who is terrified and most times they end up in my lap. When I get a sigh of relief I know my job is done well.

The day I got a frantic phone call from an owner telling me she had just surrendered her pit bull and the dog bit the animal control officer is never how I want to start my day. But, I deal as I can and take the punches as they come.

When a dog bites a human there is a list of things that have to happen. If the dog is a stray, it never ends well. If the dog is owned and got loose and it happened it's a better situation, but still not good. When the dog is an owner surrender and then bites a human you can normally put it in the first category. I'm the person who goes in and deems the dog viscous or not. I have to then remove the dog from the county and should it bite again, it's done per the county.

I went in, asked to assess the pit bull and was told no. I asked how the officer was bit, how bad it was and if there was a bite report made. The officer's boot was scraped while the dog was on a pole. Red flags start going off in my head, but have to stay calm and try to not start screaming at people. After all, these are my access to continue doing what I do.

After a lot of arguing it was agreed I could perform an assessment. My first surprise was the little girl was NOT a pit bull. Sadie was a bull terrier and She was terrified out of her mind. I gave her my back and just sat there. She wouldn't budge. We had a locked (all dogs deemed human aggressive have to have a padlocked kennel door) door between us and I took out the spoon and peanut butter. Nothing. As long as I held it, She refused to look anywhere near me and just shook staring at a wall. I tried hot dogs. I slid them under the door to her and nothing. I turn away and give her my back and she started nibbling. We did this for a while. Slowly I was shifting my weight to have my side to her nose. She was now eating carefully out of my hand. My fingers were within her reach and she never tried to hurt me. I ended up facing her and feeding her the final two hot dogs. She was still shaking but she was now leaning again the door to me and letting me stroke her head.

I left to go talk to a rescue to see I could pull her, put her in a single dog home with no children or animals. I had a place she could go and I could rehab her. I got the papers drawn up which would give me legal ownership of her and started the wheels moving.

It takes a lot of paperwork and juggling when it's a dog who has a bite history. By this time animal control called the rescue and tried to talk then out of it. I was ticked at this point. Her bite history was over a scuffed boot! There was no bite record on file at the hospital. I felt she was being targeted unfairly and I wasn't going to take it lying down.

Sadly, I had to wait to pull her until the next day. I was ready though and took help because I knew I was going to have to crate her to remove her. She was too scared by all the barking and being left on her own. I was NOT prepared for what greeted me though in her kennel.

In less than 18 hours she turned into a lunging, growling, biting mess. I couldn't shift my weight off from giving her my back without her lunging at the door at me. I removed her padlock from her door and she jumped and lunged at my hand. No dog had ever truly made me nervous and a little scared until now. To say the pressure was on was an understatement. I went outside to get some air and walk off the stress. I had my helper call the original owner and talk to her. She showed up and Sadie was a different dog. She was loving and licking. She let me pet her and unlock her door. We had hot dogs and she was enjoying herself. She moved back and Sadie lunged for me. It only takes once. And when it happens with an audience the situation goes from bad to really damn ugly.

Sadie without the security blanket of her original owner was dangerous. She had to go to a different home from this owner because they had a strict no pet rule. From that time she got passed around from home to home until She was relinquished to the pound. That week of her world shifting over and over was all it took. Sadie decided that She couldn't trust and She lashed out at me who was her last hope.

I know the situation could have been handlesd better. Things could have been done differently, but I was left with the final word.

So October sucks because I lost my Melanie. I wear her collar in memory of her. November really sucked because I couldn't save Sadie. I have her collar I bought her that morning. I'd like to think that there will only be two collars I wear in memory of dog's I couldn't save.

In the meantime I keep repeating the words "You can't save them all" to myself as I try to heal from this. I know in good conscience I can't unleash a dog on a family I can't trust. I take what I do seriously and if I feel I can't turn my back on a dog because they make me nervous that they will bite me or someone else then I have to step away.