Failure to Man-Up

I clearly lack protective instincts.  I am no momma bear.

We’re having issues issue at Dog Class.  Yes – the dog class we love, the dog-sport class.  But we’re having an issue.  And that issues name is Rex.

One of the things the instructors in this class say regularly is that, when you’re doing training, you should be entirely focused on your dog.  If you aren’t, you’re likely to miss a reward-worthy effort on the part of the dog.  And timing of rewards is key.  Great lesson.  And I’m following it, both in class and in the real world, which is great, but also relates to our issue.

Rex has issues of the dog-aggressive kind.  I don’t know if it’s just when on leash, if it’s a didn’t-get-early-socialized thing (that’s my guess…), or if he got bitten as a puppy.  I don’t get the impression that he’s a rescue or the product of a puppy-mill.  I don’t know why he’s like this, but I DON’T BLAME HIS BREED.  Gwynn’s favourite neighbourhood buddy is a German Shepherd that’s got about 50 lbs on Rex. 

The first class, he freaked out.  He burst out in loud barking every few minutes, the entire class.  He lunged on his leash, he cried, he kept trying to get to the other dogs.  This set all the other dogs on edge.

First class:  One by one, we’re testing our stay command and our recalls (come command).  Great, this is something Gwynn can do.  Unless, of course, there is a dog going ape$%*# right near him.  In which case, his response to me putting him in a sit and saying “Wait” and walking away is, “Wait for me!”

Second class… same thing.  Rex hasn’t recovered from the barking frenzy, and if any dog gets within about a 10 foot radius of him, or the wind goes the wrong way, he freaks out.  We are asked to do the same stay-recall thing, and Gwynn and I have been practicing all week at various distances in various locations.  We’re on the opposite side of the line of dogs from Rex.  But Rex freaks out as soon as I start to walk away from Gwynn… Hey boss, wait up!  Don’t leave me here! 

Rex is also lunging and snapping at dogs (mostly Gwynn, I know not why) if he is walked past too close to them.  Rex is moved by the instructor into the far corner of the room for when we all spread out along the walls of the room to practice our own thing.  He gets to go in the supply cupboard whenever he starts freaking out. They’re really working on getting him to focus on his owner, and really encouraging her to practice that a lot at home.

Third class: Half the class is walking around the room practicing Heel Position, the other half (my half) is practicing the “It’s Yer Choice” game.  Gwynn and I are on the floor up against the wall, while I add treats to the piles on the ground around him, he ignores them, and then he gets a treat.  I’m entirely focused on him, because I have to treat-reward him any time he looks away from the treats, and I have to be ready to prevent him from getting any of the treats from the floor piles.  And then Rex is there, growling and snapping at Gwynn’s face (right next to my face, not that this is the most important part.  But, speaking of teeth… have you ever seen all of a German Shepherd’s teeth at once?  I don’t recommend it.), having wrenched himself away from his owner long enough to make a beeline for Gwynn.  Owner gets him back under kind-of-control and takes him to the closet to calm down.  I try to find something to entertain Gwynn in a play-type way, to distract him from cowering behind me.

... out of nowhere

The instructor ‘reminds’ everyone that they have to pay attention to Rex, because he has some issues.  I question how I’m meant to pay attention to him and my own work with Gwynn.

He tries to get Gwynn again when we’re practicing on the small teeter totter thing, and his owner is, bafflingly, walking him down right near it, going away from her closet-corner and towards… nothing in particular.  Apparently she just felt the urge to meander.

Instructor reminds everyone to pay lots of attention to Rex.  I seriously question how I’m supposed to keep track of him, when his owner likes wandering aimlessly while waiting for her turn on the other equipment.

Most recent class: half the class is practicing dogs walking across a ladder on the floor.  The other half (my half) is taking turns running through the tunnel.  Yay, Gwynn loves the tunnel, he’s doing awesome.  Except that Rex’ owner apparently felt that this would be a good time for Rex to walk through the ladder without her holding on to the leash(?), so Rex felt the urge to meet Gwynn just as he was coming out of the tunnel.  Darting around me to get there, and trying to savage Gwynn’s face when he arrives dragging his leash.

Awesome.

And now Gwynn pauses at the mouth of the tunnel every time, before cautiously turtle-poking his head out.  I would, too, if sometimes the tunnel leads to terror and teeth.  Especially full in the knowledge that the boss can’t protect him.

It’d be like getting in the swimming pool when nine times out of ten, it’s fine, but that 10th time, there’s a hungry shark that you don’t see until you’re in the middle of jumping in.

Later in the class, the instructor tells me that I’ll get a lot better responsiveness from Gwynn if I am really enthusiastic/happy during practicing, and intersperse with play time.  Too bad that my dog can read my body-language, and isn’t focusing on the training because I’m on super-duper-hyper-alert, because my dog nearly got a chunk ripped out of him by a dog that is still in the damn class.  No, I’m really not this wooden most of the time, it’s just that a dog just ruined (hopefully temporarily) the tunnel for Gwynn, and took about 10 years off my life, having proven that I can’t protect my dog.  It’s either ‘be wooden and appear to have no connection with my dog’ or ‘sob hysterically on the floor’.

In summary:

I really like this class.  The instructors are starting to piss me off with their failure to handle the Rex issue  effectively.  He and his owner should be uninvited.  They have full reason to tell her that this is not the appropriate class for a dog-aggressive dog.

I don’t blame German Shepherds – I blame the owner of this particular German Shepherd.  Though I had never noticed before just how much more wolf-like they are than Gwynn is.  That face-to-jaws encounter, with the big shoulders and black face and deep growls… scared the crap out of me.

I don’t think Rex should die (except for the few minutes right after he attacks Gwynn, and at that point, I want to snap his neck and use his pelt as a doggy bed.), but I also don’t think Rex should be in a class where dogs are going all over the place, and dogs sometimes are off-leash, especially not with a ditzy owner who apparently can’t keep a strong hold on the leash.  Does she really think he’s got a chance at participating in dog-sports right now?  There are DOGS around for all of the sports.  Maybe more obedience focused classes where he can learn how to interact with dogs in a more structured environment.

I have no spine.  What should have happened after this Monday’s incident, and after I’d run Gwynn through the tunnel a few more times trying to get him over his spookedness:

Me: “Get him out of here.  And give me a refund.”

Instructors: “… um, but… you should have paid more attention to Rex?”

Me: “HIM.  OUT.  MONEY REFUND!  NOW!”

make the mean dog leave my dog alone, or i'll cry on you!

What would have happened midway through any argument along these lines:  Me crying in rage and upsetness and fright and ‘omg confrontation, waaaah’.  Like I said, I have no spine, and I am a coward.  But at the first sign of anything next class, screw it – I’ll tear a strip off them, while crying and hyperventilating and snotting all over the place.  And if it doesn’t prove effective, I’ll unleash my Momma-Grizzly mom on them.

Also, a few of the other people in the class have asked if Gwynn’s fixed.  One – he is fixed.  He is entirely ball-less.  ‘Dominance and alpha behaviour’ isn’t the issue either.  And Two – that’s like trying to figure out why an abused child deserved the beating. My dog isn’t the one running across the room to snarl and snap and growl and try to bite.  It isn’t his balls that are the problem, whether they’re present or not.

Sorry for the long, long rant.  If you all have any solutions or suggestions, please do leave a comment.  Also, do you think I’m reasonable in thinking this isn’t the right class for Rex?  The entire scenario stresses me out.  Three days later and I’m still halfway to tears (the rage-ey kind.  Dammit, I hate how non-confrontational I am) just writing about it.

When the Kids are Away…

We haven’t been all that successful at the K9-Kamp Challenges.  This week, though, we rocked it.  We took the suggestion on Koly or Kaly’s blog (I don’t remember which of you brought it up, but great idea!), and took to the playground for our activities.

It helped that it was cold and rainy for most of the week and weekend.  We never once found the play set previously occupied by children.  We (I) also had a good reason to keep moving – it was the only way to fight off the cold in the air!

The play set was in the field of an elementary school near my house, almost completely enclosed by fences and the school building itself.  The spot is ideal for any kind of off-leash play, apart from having to keep an eye out for snack-items discarded by the school kids.  Also, never-fear – I am a firm believer in poop-and-scoop, so there aren’t any messes for the kids left by us.  The outdoor cats in the area, however, seem to regard the long-jump sandpit as a
super-sized kitty litter.

This is the routine we got into:

Fetch – I throw the ball, Gwynn chases it, and as soon as he gets it, I call him and run in the opposite direction, cheering him on like a crazy-person.  Not only giving me a bit of a run, but also reducing the likelihood of Gwynn deciding to just lie down where the ball landed and have a good chew.  Usually three to five throws before it’s pretty obvious he’s bored of this game.  Seriously, shouldn’t his poodle-side have given him some retriever urges?  Instead of just the urge to splash in any ‘body’ of water, from puddle to bowl to lake to pond to swamp?

Run over to the play set.

Frolic in play set – there are lots of little platforms at different levels on this play set.  I do some step up (one foot, two feet), step down (one foot, two feet), at each level, all the while encouraging Gwynn to jump up when I step up, and jump down when I step down.  We run up and down the staircase a few times, and I get him to jump through the perfectly dog-jump-height and size metal hoop a few times before we jog back away from the play set (and the trees which interfere with my already not-so-great throws), and start off at Fetch again.

We repeat that series a few times, then take a break to do a bit of obedience.  Gwynn and I are working on an intro to dog sports class right now, so I’ve really been trying to get his Heel command down – with the addition of trying to make it work on both the left and right side, not just standard left-heel position.  We learned it in the previous class, but never really… learned it.  He’ll stay at left heel if I lure with a treat, but that’s not really useful.

The Kamp challenge got Gwynn completely pumped up.  He was really focusing on me, at least in part (I think) because I’d been doing so many random and unpredictable things with him earlier.  What this means is that he was really focused, and really getting what I was trying to train for heel.

I looped his leash around my waist, and walked around the baseball diamond with him.  Any time he left my side, I pulled him back in, and rewarded the correct position.  I also randomly rewarded him every few steps for being in the right position.  We did that once at a walk and once at a light jog (much harder to treat, but he was even more focused on me at that point, anyways, so I just cheered him on), and then repeated, but with him on the other side.

The reason I’m sure he’s getting the whole heel idea is that, when I did this series yesterday, he continually tried to  loop around to my left side.  Not the greatest thing for when I was trying to get him to stay on my right-side, but I think it means that he’s figured out what I’m looking for in this – the position right next to me and focused on me – which should make teaching right-side come much easier in the long-run.  I couldn’t stop giggling, as I treated for being on the right side, he accepted the treat, and then ducked around to the left, and looked up at me, as if to say, “See!  Look where I am!  Treat?”

Of course, at dog class, when it came time to do anything in a heel-like position, he looked at me not at all, tried to clear the entire floor of possible crumbs of treats and tried to visit all his new doggy friends, anything but follow at that perfect position.  Which he then did perfectly for the instructor, even more perfectly than he did for me out in the field where no-one was watching.  *Sigh*  at least he’s improving a bit!

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