Old Dog, New Training?

Where did your sleek body go?  When did you grow that grey hair on your chin?  How come you don’t run around with such enthusiasm anymore?

Prophet, Summer 2013

You can hardly see the gray around Prophet’s chin.

Recently, my good guy and I have come to the conclusion that Prophet may not be the pup he once was.  At seven and one half, he’s slowed down. And this new lethargy can’t be attributed to overdoing it at the dog park. He’s always been good about not bugging us while we work, but now Prophet seems to be more content to be near us while in a prone position.  More and more he’s procrastinating about jumping up into the car for a ride.  This got to be so often that we considered buying a new car with a lower backend entry.  When that didn’t work out, we bought a new liner for the back of the car and a new ramp for Proph to walk up in a stately fashion.

The result? Prophet has more often than not decided to jump up into the back without the ramp.  He still grabs the occasional toy to have me chase him round the house.  Maybe it’s not the dog who’s getting old. Hmm.

Thank goodness spring is just around the corner.  It’s time for both Prophet and me to develop a new attitude. Yes.  Time to put a new spring in our steps.

But can you truly teach an old dog new tricks?  I hope so.  Thing is, what to teach my good boy? I’ve gone through the dog training books again, and honestly the “tricks” like sit, stay, and come, no matter how we nuance them for people, basically boil down to sit, stay, come. Been there, done that. Roll over at this point in Proph’s life, and with his added weight (still on steroids every few days), just seems cruel.  I mean I’m not even thinking about learning to stretch enough to aspire toward splits any more.  And don’t even go to the somersault thing. I’m lucky to be able to stand on one leg. Just keep asking myself, why stand on one leg when I have two perfectly fine ones to use.  If I were meant to stand on one leg, wouldn’t I have been made a flamingo?

And I’ve read how people train their dogs to help with household chores.  Maybe Proph could get involved with that. One woman has her dog give her clothes pins as she hangs the laundry.  No, not sure I want Proph to help me shuffle clean clothes from the washer to the drier. It would be nice if I could show him a recipe and have him make dinner for us all.  But if we did that, then I suspect I’d be the one having a bowl of kibble, while Prophet and my guy would share the grilled steak.

Maybe this spring I’ll train Proph to be better at the front door.  That’s been a tricky wicket for us for some time. For a while he would stay while I opened the door, but that’s consistent only when there’s no new person on the other side. Challenge with this is that the “trick” requires two to three people for the training–one to be with the dog and encourage the targeted behavior, one to open and answer the door while ignoring the dog, and one to be the visitor.  Have you suggestions about how a person can work on this by themselves?

Then again, maybe we’re not talking about Prophet here.  Dog training is more about training the pet parent than about forcing a dog to do new things.  Maybe my procrastination on this project comes not from Proph’s golden aging, but my own.

Think I’ll go have a bagel and walk Prophet at the park. Perhaps he’s too young for a new trick.  Don’t want to push him too hard while he’s still so young. After all, I know when I was seven, I wasn’t ready for a lot of young people tricks.  I was too busy walking the 15 miles to school, and outpacing the horse and buggy every time.

 

 

Doggie At The Door. . .And In Your Face

The fall has come, and with it, the annual trek of small children selling “great stuff” you didn’t know you wanted, all in the name of a “good cause.” Little Sawyer from across the street came with flyer and collection envelope in hand.  My, how he’s growing! A year ago, I think mom still hovered at the end of our sidewalk stage whispering Sawyer’s sales pitch to him, but this year he bravely came to the door, assumed I’d want some popcorn or chocolate covered pretzels at exorbitant prices, and jumped right in to selling and telling me how to fill in the form. What a cutie!

German Shepherd in place at front door

I’m ready for you!

Unfortunately, Prophet’s “kid radar” was on, and he jumped into the mix with enthusiasm.  Sawyer has always seemed to like Proph, but my guy has blossomed to 115 pounds since being put on steroids, and while there’s no question about biting, my visitors of the under four-foot variety can’t count on being lick-free when they come over.

Proph backed Sawyer into the corner, then against the now-closed front door, and then he shadowed my poor little neighbor as if Sawyer were covered in peanut butter. Oops!  And this from a “canine good citizen.”

Then it hit me.  I have company coming for Thanksgiving, and one of the members of the visiting group is a two-year-old named Colin. Oops and double oops! Time to look up some new dog-training.  Thank goodness for the internet and my small library of good dog books.

The behavior is called “door greeting,” and not “in-your-face-I’m-in-charge-here” attack. Okay, what can I do in one month?

  1. Find a place for your dog to go when the doorbell rings.  Dogs have a hard time learning negative thoughts, like “keep away from the door” or “no going on the furniture,” so its good to have a special place, creatively enough called “place” to help target them in the right direction.  Check.  I have a small mat from my local hardware for the purpose.  I put it near the front door, but not right at it.  I will allow Proph to peek out the front window, give his verbal hello (which for some reason intimidates strangers – heh, heh, heh), and then, when I come to the door, I’ll give the “place” command.
  2. Have a small leash at the ready — just in case.  Bought one at my local Wag-N-Wash.  It’s only about a foot long, so technically, I could leave it on Prophet all the time.  I prefer not to have it getting caught on furniture and knick-nacks, so I will put a hook in some discrete place near the front door.  Putting it on will be a good signal to Prophet he has to behave according to my rules–well maybe.
  3. Next is the hard one–commit to five minutes daily to work on the “place” command.  I’ll start with just opening the front door and getting Proph to stay in place while I wander in and out.  The important thing is to release him after a while with a “release” or “break” command.
  4. German Shepherd staying with open front door

    I’ll stay–If you make me.

    Increase the challenge. After he has the “place” command down with the open door, I’ll try to get people to come to the front door, ring the bell, talk with me–all while we ignore the elephant-in-the-middle-of-the-room syndrome. Or, in this case, the hundred-pound fur ball who wants nothing less than 100% of our attention. And for Proph, bad attention is as good as good attention. He just wants lots of it, all the time.

  5. Practice, practice! In just over a week, I will have a challenging dry run, as Halloween Trick-or-Treaters come to the door.  Ooh, can’t wait for that one. Last year, I had my special guy home to help when Proph ran out sniffing and loving all the vampires to kingdom come, getting the testosterone going among the hovering dads, and shrieks from the little princesses wandering about.  Talk about your Nightmare on Elm Street!  This year, Jay will be away for the evening.  IF I’m home, I’ll have this adventure to myself.  Think I’ll start that door-greeting trick right now!

Warning to visitors — this dog may not bite, but don’t count on getting away without a good sniff and lick.