Archive | August 2013

Reality versus ideal

I’ve tried, as a baby dog trainer, to sit down and listen more than I talk.

I caught criticism lately for the fact that my dogs followed the commands of an (apparently mentally handicapped) electric company man who decided to open my front door when his knock wasn’t answered. Instead of running out the door, my dogs lay down at his command and he was able to close the door.

This understandable criticism comes in the form of two parts:

1) That a good dog should attack somebody who is intruding into your house, they should be home protectors.

2) Your dog should never follow another strange person’s command.

Let’s address the first criticism.

One of the things I’ve gleaned from my attempts is that, back in the day, if a dog bit a kid, it was accepted that the kid had done something stupid to provoke the dog. People had a certain respect for dogs as beings that were capable, just as horses, cows, other livestock, and people, of inflicting damage on those who were stupid. It was accepted to use a dog as a guard, under the assumption that the dog was behaving appropriately in attacking an intruder.

This was an appropriate ideal, and true. Ideally, people should respect your dog, they should respect the training and time that you have put into them. They shouldn’t run up to service dogs or working dogs or any dog, hand outstretched and mouth cooing squeaky nonsense. If a dog attacks an intruder, it is something that used to be normal, even encouraged.

But that’s not the reality.

The reality is that my master trainer, Marjorie Satterfield, sat as an expert witness on a case where a burglar had been held by the family’s Rottweiler until the police came, the family’s television on the ground next to him. The burglar was unhurt other than some scratches on his leg.

The dog was held by animal control for a year while his status as a vicious dog was debated. He never recovered from this imprisonment, and was so destroyed by the experience that eventually his family made the decision to put him down.

The truth is that dogs cannot be encouraged to use aggression in an appropriate manner in today’s reality unless they are being used by law enforcement.

The truth is that dogs are also nearly useless in the event of an actual break-in. Their value in preventing crime is in their very existence in your house – if a criminal knows that you have a dog, and they make the decision to come in anyway, they’re simply going to kill your dog.

(As can be found by a simple Google search: http://www.wmctv.com/story/19493630/dog-shot-killed-in-cooper-young-home-robberyhttp://abc6onyourside.com/shared/news/features/top-stories/stories/wsyx_police-search-teen-suspects-out-robbery-dog-death-25864.shtmlhttp://www.syracuse.com/news/index.ssf/2013/04/smoke_the_dog_killed_in_syracu.html)

Is this reality something that I like? No. Our culture has infantilized dogs out of being animals, and has no forgiveness of an aggressive animal, even if a person really tries to earn a bite. And I would much rather get robbed blind than lose my dog.

As to the second criticism, I can entirely sympathize – you’re competing, and some asshole in the audience decides to try and screw you up by throwing commands at your dog.

And if somebody was dangling around a piece of pizza, I’m pretty sure my dogs would be really tempted to abandon ship similarly.

My only caveat to the idea that a dog following another person’s command is bad, is in emergency situations. If my dog is ever lost, I want them to go to another person for help (versus becoming one of those ubiquitous Facebook pictures “Saw dog on the side of the road. Tried to get it to come into my car. Wouldn’t. Hope your dog doesn’t die.”

The best of both worlds to me would be a dog that looks to me when I’m there, and will look to another human in abnormal situations. I have worked towards this goal with intent in my dogs and I feel I have achieved it. I do understand that with some dogs, this state would be either impossible or not desirable.

Many won’t agree with me about either of these conclusions. Ultimately, my training decisions are based on what I think is best for their welfare.

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What is this?

Well,

 

This blog is mostly going to be about dogs.

Possibly about other things.

But most things lead back to dogs. After all, I’m a dog pusher – come get training. Let me help you pick out your next dog. Do you have questions about dogs? I can tell you anything you want to know . . . and possibly a few hours worth of things you don’t.

It won’t be a twee blog. If you’re looking for cute dog pictures, you’ll find some, but that’s not the point.

I suppose I want this to be a sounding board of my thoughts on training, life, and considerations of my second year as a dog training apprentice, a lapsed biologist, and young person trying to make my way through the world.

I’m not a traditionalist. I won’t be weeping about the beauty of clickers or dog shows, and this is your only fair warning.

But maybe I have some good ideas. Maybe I have some ideas that are strange. And maybe you have some insight that will help me better describe the world to myself.

There will be some players in this blog:

Mika, my main girl. She’s a three year old Heeler/Aussie mix, a blue-eyed smoky sweet dame. She’s a sarcastic, but loving and driven dog. She herds, she does agility, obedience, tricks, and loves babies. She’s my Oklahoma Farm Mutt, dug out from under a board on my uncle’s farm in Macomb, Oklahoma. She’s the dog that made me a trainer, and I couldn’t imagine a day without her.

Mikagood

 

And this is Dax. He’s a two year old . . . um . . . Border Collie, Lab, Greyhound, Pointer, God only knows?

He’s also an Oklahoma farm mutt that was tossed out on the highway. at three days old, and raised as well as any purebred show prospect by my master trainer. He had all of the advantages – socialization, his mother, excellent pre-training, and probably some of the most diverse genetics possible. He’s primarily my boyfriend’s dog, but this kid’s sharp as a tack, and loyal. I steal him sometimes because he is just that awesome.

Dax

 

And Phoenix. He’s not mine. He’s a service dog in training. And he is a nerd-herder. He’s going to be a little-girl herder, because that’s his girl Ellie.
Phoenix and Ellie

 

So hopefully you can read. And think. And maybe I can use this blog as a way to organize my thoughts (they are frequently unorganized).