Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Before the Nose Game... the Ralph Game

Decibel loves to tease her brother Ralph.

When Ralph is distracted by some monumental event (usually involving Harold and the truck), Decibel will run around him, sneak up on him, bark in his ear, run away, repeat, until Ralph gets tired of it, and pays attention to DECIBEL.
Ralph is watching the TRUCK.  He's BUSY!

Decibel - bored, thinking of some amusing action.

First she tries the subtle approach.  It's called the Mirror technique.
Look at MEEE!


 This isn't working.  So Decibel does the sneak attack BARK:


woof
Woof - WOOF
I said : WOOF
Ralph goes to another section of fence, trying to avoid Decibel,  until he just can't stand it anymore... and he PAYS attention!

It tends to be a different kind of attention than what Decibel wanted...




...but it only shuts her up for a second or two.
WooF...

The Nose KNOWS

As a birthday present to Decibel and me, we signed up to a 'Nose Games' class, something completely new for us.  Our ulterior motive was to check out another dog school - since, let's face it Decibel is not quite 'finished'.  Sure, she knows her basics, but she rarely gets out of her comfort zone, and that's when it really counts.  And being a Briard - well, she needs a solid foundation to fall back on, when stressed, even in a good way.


What are Nose Games?
The rules are really hard for the handler; basically you have to let the dog do whatever she wants to do.  No correction, no direction, no hints, no praise.  The dog is brought into a room with boxes on the floor, one of which contains real yummy goodies.  After a while the dog figures out to check the boxes for the one with the goodies.  The eventual goal is to develop search dogs that can search rooms, cars, containers and even outside for the scent they are trained to detect, like bomb dogs, or drug dogs or so forth.  But that's only for perfectionists.
All dogs like this game, because a.) they have a nose, and b.) there are goodies in the boxes, you just have to go sniff it out.

The first step was to bring a hungry dog.  Now I cannot simply "forget to feed" Decibel, while three others crunch and munch down their evening meal - so she got half rations, and I fed really early.  Then we had to get out of the door with one and only one dog.  I say we, because Harold had to come.
The game is done with only one dog in the room at a time, and I cannot put my 'little girl' in a crate or - GASP - car by herself for any amount of time.  Also, I figured, if the class is not what we expected, we can make a meet-people-in-town trip out of it, that's always good.
We got there early, and walked Decibel around, and as soon as she met a few admirers, she settled down, and collected accolades with grace and humility.  She was good about being petted, no jumping, no shyness, and then she waited with her 'Dad' for a long time, while I learned what not to do.  There were 9 dogs enrolled, so it took quite a while between run-throughs, but watching how the other dogs (some with experience, some novices) reacted was very informative.
All dogs caught on to the game quickly.

Decibel walked in a bit hesitantly - NEW PLACE - but she did check her boxes and to my surprise she did that rather than find her Daddy, who was watching her run, and usually there is little that will distract her from finding her guy.  By the second time she WANTED to go in, and she did find the box, but she couldn't understand the concept of sticking her head into a partially closed box.  Decibel is too polite to do such a thing as tear things open or be pushy.
She has a human to do that sort of thing for her.
And of course she has been trained NOT to open feed buckets and other containers full of goodies (cat food, pig feed, cattle chow) around the place - and she displayed those good manners.

Naturally she was very tired when we got home, but this morning she ran back to the house, barked at the door until Harold let her in, and demanded breakfast!
She was still hungry, and the few goodies in the boxes hadn't made up for the partial supper the night before.
(This was an absolute first.  Decibel ALWAYS comes with me to do chores in the morning).



I think we will play the Nose Games on rainy days, but for further training I signed her up for an adolescent obedience class, so she can perfect her manners.  That royal wave could use a little refinement...

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Braveheart

April is the time for the annual vet visit at our house, and everyone gets their check up, tune up, a few tweaks and adjustments, along with their necessary vaccines.
Dr. Ann comes to our place, since hauling horses, donkey, the cow, and three cats down the road is not really feasible; those cats put us right over the weight limit.

We actually start with the cats - one of course scratched me right away, so I was done with them, and told Harold to take over.  (And then they think I will share some milk with them?  Ungrateful buggers.)
Then we moved on to the 'worthwhile' creatures, actually deserving of Dr. Ann's attention.
Ruby was no trouble, especially since Dr. Ann used the smallest bore needle for her injections, she is a thin-skinned cow with sensitivities after all.

Then came the dogs.
Maggie, Skeeter, and Ralph adore Dr. Ann and we have to hold them back so she can do their exams one at a time without getting kisses and such.

Decibel is a different story.  


Decibel's experience with Dr. Ann goes back to her first booster shots and she had a FIT!

She howled, yodeled, cried, tried to get away, didn't want a cookie, and repeated that with intensified levels for each shot, and she most definitely did not like Dr Ann, or her cookies, or anything after that.
Her subsequent Dr Ann encounters were a little calmer, but she was not convinced that they were necessary.
Big brown accusing eyes, scrambling to get away, followed by the cold shoulder, that was her response.
Not this time!
She took the shot with all the stiff upper lip of a hero facing sure obliteration.

Oh she was so brave!

And she was so obviously proud of herself afterward!

Treating the horses and donkey were downright unremarkable compared to Decibel's bravery in the face of a syringe, even though Molly needed her teeth floated (sharp edges on the teeth get filed off).