Archive for June, 2009
It’s hot here. According to husband who grew up there - it’s “Florida in the summer hot”. Much too hot to leave the peeps closed up in Fort Peepage.
Since they’re still small enough to be cat bait they need to be penned for their own safety and I’ve been transferring them from coop to pen by hand. Three of them (Clover and friends) are so tame they just hop on my arm for the ride over, peeping in cheerful anticipation of the bugs and forage to come. Most of the rest are gentle and easy to catch. I scoop up a couple at at time, tuck them under one arm and carry them over. The last two are convinced I’m going to kill them – and, if they continue to be as flighty and annoying as they’ve been this week - they may just be right.
I slept late today so it was already hot by the time I got around to moving them out to the pen. I was tired and crabby, and after a few failed attempts to catch those who will be eaten first, I decided a new plan of attack was required. And as I stood there, pondering the fate of my fractious fowl, the coop door fell open. The peeps perked up and moved toward it.
I stepped back and they moved closer to the door. I decided that if I was going to risk losing any of my pullets – these were the obvious choice. So I stepped out and held the coop door wide open. The peeps scrambled out the door and made a beeline for the pen.
Because I had, of course (slaps forehead and rolls eyes), set the pen up so that it faced away from the coop door, they ran straight into the wire. And stayed there, peeping in pointless panic. Seeing that any efforts to grab the little bastards birds would just result in a wild peep chase and having had some small experience in herding sheep, I decided that Audie and I were going to have to try our luck at penning.
When penning sheep at a trial, the handler’s job is to hold the gate rope until the dog works the sheep into the pen. Since my experience in penning consists entirely of either watching other people do it or in moving tame, dog-broke sheep with Zip the Kelpie I decided that gracefully flanking Audie around the pen while I stood back and held the gate was completely out of our league out of the question. However; being an experienced outside the box thinker and having a biddable, well-trained dog, I had an idea.
Audie and I switched roles. I flanked quietly around the pen while Audie stood at the gate. I put enough pressure on the peeps to move them around the pen, but not so much that they were tempted to flee away into the yard. Audie stood by the gate, yielding enough space back and away from it to encourage the pullets to hop in as they circled around. Lacking opposable thumbs, Audie then stepped in to block the opening until I could close the gate.
It worked like a charm. With the peeps safely ensconced in their pen Audie and I can relax and enjoy a break in the shade. Hand feeding the birds while we listen to the creek.
Earlier this month ABC Australia reported a story about a man who was stabbed to death after complaining about his neighbor’s barking dog:
Joseph Durrant, 47, was fatally stabbed at Mount Pritchard in Sydney’s west after returning home from Australia Day celebrations in 2007.
He was attacked after making a comment about his neighbour Katrina Whitmore’s barking dog.
Whitmore has been sentenced to at least 10 years in jail after a jury found her guilty of murder.
Today the Milwauke Journal-Sentinal reports on an even more bizarre case of misplaced rage over barking:
Police say they believe a Madison woman stabbed her puppy because it wouldn’t stop barking, then she tried to stop the puppy from bleeding with super glue.
Madison Police left the 3-month-old German shepherd at a local emergency animal clinic. They arrested the 46-year-old woman.
Officers were called Sunday night to an apartment in the 1500 block of Trailsway St. According to an incident report, the woman officers eventually arrested claimed a male friend had stabbed the puppy, “Shep.”
The woman later told investigators that she was responsible, according to the report. She said “Shep” had been barking and yelping.
Officers found the bleeding puppy running in a hallway.
I don’t even know what to say about this. While the bitter, vindictive bitch in my can – at least in some way – understand taking out my rage on a chronically whiney neighbor. There is no part of me that understands how a person – no matter how frustrated – could stab an innocent puppy because it barked too much.
Hello people – puppies bark. They whine. If they’re like Audie they also moan, groan, chirp and sometimes speak in entire rambling paragraphs. German shepherd puppies are prone to whining. Especially when they’re kept cooped up in apartment buildings and not given enough supervision, training and EXERCISE.
The puppy is expected to recover. Hopefully he’ll be rehomed with someone who understands that a knife isn’t the right tool to deal with excess barking.
Yeah – it’s a blurry, crappy picture - but it’s the best I could manage after I found a spider as big as my hand crawling across the kitchen floor tonight. The fiendish beast was huge - the four inch kick at the bottom of the pantry it’s lurking next to provides scale. My gawd. I’ve eaten crabs that were smaller that.
I *know* wolf spiders aren’t poisonous. I *know* that if I could have somehow mustered the courage to capture the eight-legged horror and take it outside it would do a lovely job of pest control… but there’s something deeply and inherently evil about things with eight legs. Besides, this monster was big enough to eat the baby robins nestled under the deck [shudders]
If husband hadn’t been here to valiantly suck the diabolical beast up the vacuum cleaner - I’d have rounded up a pack of peeps and sic’d them on it.
I just finished reading Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs and Steel (highly recommended, btw, for anyone who’s interested in culture, civilization, geography or the history of domestication). Diamond introduces the Anna Karenina Principle in the beginning of a chapter on domestication where he writes:
Domesticable animals are all alike; every undomesticable animal is undomesticable in its own way.
If you think you’ve already read something like that before, you’re right. Just make a few changes, and you have the famous first sentence of Tolstoy’s great novel Anna Karenina: “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” By that sentence, Tolstoy meant that, in order to be happy, a marriage must succeed in many different respects: sexual attraction, agreement about money, child discipline, religion, in-laws, and other vital issues. Failure in any one of these essential respects can doom a marriage even if has all the other ingredients needed for happiness.
As a dog trainer I frequently run into people who are desperately seeking the one magic thing that will fix their dog’s problem behavior. The irresistible treat, the perfect tool – the magic word. A quick, simple, inexpensive and completely foolproof way to turn the Marley they’ve got into the Lassie they want.
I don’t have it.
Nobody does - because dog training is governed by the Anna Karenina Principle. Your training program can only be effective if it succeeds in several vital areas. If you experience an epic fail in any one of them – a quick wave of my magic wand isn’t going to save you.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction
Sir Isaac Newton had a Pomeranian named Diamond who he referred to as “the constant but incurious attendant of his master’s researches”. Newton doted on his little dog and rumor has it that Diamond was a wee bit spoiled.
In The Pawprints of History, Coren and Bartlett write:
“This story was told in a letter that Newton wrote to explain why his publication of the treatise that contained his law of gravity would be delayed. Newton was working on the final revisions; he was making significant progress and was feeling quite good about the work. He had worked all day, and when the sun went down needed to light some candles to continue with his calculations. As usual, Diamond was sleeping nearby. A knock on the door called Newton out of the room, and apparently Diamond awakened to the sound of talking, which included voices that were unfamiliar to her. Her protective instincts were immediately aroused, and she tried to get to her master. Unfortunately, Newton had closed the door to his study, so she was reduced to running wildly around the room, barking in excitement. On one circuit of the room Diamond apparently collided with the leg of Newton’s small writing table, and the shock of her collision caused the burning candle to tip over, directly onto the manuscript. In the resulting fire there was actually little damage to the room, but the manuscript that Newton was working on was completely destroyed.”
As Newton discovered, a wild, out of control dog can wreak unimaginable havoc on your life. I’ve known people who went to extraordinary lengths to keep their dogs from destroying their homes, yards, cars and relationships. Stuck with problems they didn’t think they could solve - they gave up on training and resorted to avoiding problems instead of fixing them.
This much-too-common situation arises when an inattentive or inexperienced owner gives his dog more freedom than it’s ready for. The dog is then free to engage in self-rewarding misbehavior (like Newton’s dog racing madly around his study) – and his owner is stuck with the much less entertaining work of being the equal opposing reaction.
When this happens the dog controls the momentum of your relationship and it leads to a paradoxical situation where, while your dog initially thinks leading you on a wild goose chase is great fun - he eventually develops an increasing sense of frustration. Two completely diferent problems – both derived from the same simple equation. Let’s look at the variables involved:
Leaders act; followers react. When you consistently respond reactively to your dog - you are telling him in very clear language (dog language) that you are a follower.
Given enough practice, a pushy dog who enjoys thinking he’s in charge may start to feel that he’s entitled to call the shots and become annoyed – or even aggressive - when you refuse to follow his lead.
Having a reactive owner can be an even bigger problem for a nervous or insecure dog. This kind of dog isn’t comfortable making decisions - and when he is too often put into situations where he feels he has to make decisions he’s not prepared for, he’ll become even more anxious.
Restraint breeds frustration. A chronically misbehaving dog is a pain in the ass. He’s the kind of dog that can never be safely left alone in the house, allowed to run off leash or otherwise permitted to enjoy a bit of (well-earned) unfettered freedom. This is the dog who must constantly be managed.
Excessive restraint and management has a tendency to make a dog’s misbehavior further escalate because incessant restraint creates intense frustration. Frustration reduces the dog’s attention span and self-control, makes him hyperactive and can even lead to aggression.
While restraining your dog may help prevent a problem from occurring in the moment – it doesn’t give him an opportunity to learn how to behave properly. Excessive restraint is the force that leads to an endless, frustrating feedback loop of canine action and human reaction.
The Solution. The key to solving this action / reaction equation is a change in momentum!
Instead of helplessly waiting for your dog to misbehave and then trying to stop him – simply reverse the terms and take a proactive, rather than reactive, approach to living with your dog.
Here’s what you’ll need to solve the problem:
Provide Supervision. There are no short-cuts or substitutes for focused and sustained attention in dog training. You can, however use baby gates, a drag line or a waist lead to help keep the dog in an area where you can see and hear what it is doing. When you can’t supervise this dog - keep him crated or kenneled.
Limit Temptation. The next thing you need to do is reduce the number of temptations in the dog’s environment. Instead of locking your dog up because he’s obsessed with stealing socks – pick up your socks. Give the dog freedom with fewer opportunities to make mistakes.
Be Fair. Choose distractions carefully. The perfect distraction is one that will get your dog’s attention without making him go brain dead. A distraction that will take his attention off task while still allowing you to get it back quickly.
Use Obedience. Instead of just setting the dog free with an unlimited opportunity to react to distracting things, use commands like ‘SIT’, ‘COME’ AND ‘HEEL’ to add structure to the exercise. For example, put your dog in a SIT, set up a mild to moderate distraction and watch him very carefully. The nanosecond the dog begins to alert to the distraction – correct or redirect him before he breaks. You must then immediately praise / reward him for maintaining the SIT so he learns that ignoring the distraction is the goal of the exercise.
(Note: there is an excellent description of this process in Connie Cleveland’s book Dogs Are Problem Solvers.)
Of course it’s impossible to raise a dog without restraint and management – the key is to remember that these tools are training wheels that support you while you teach your dog to cope successfully with more freedom. A very young pup or newly adopted adult dog might need to be handled with 90% management and 10% training, but if you’re still using significantly more management than training a year later - it’s time to do your math, change the momentum and get on the path to a better relationship with your dog.
Young Audie is maturing into a fine American Poultry Hound.
I’ve started putting the ten keeper peeps into an extra-large ex-pen to forage each afternoon. Trips to check on the chicks and toss food scraps in have become part of our daily routine. Yesterday evening our routine visit turned into a bit of excitement when I discovered that several of the six-week-old chicks had gone AWOL from Fort Peepage.
In the same nanosecond that I noticed the chicks were outside the pen - a sable streak hightailed it down the steps past me. As the words “LEAVE IT” were preparing to explode from my mouth - I noticed that Audie wasn’t focused on the chicks – his target was a tiger cat stalking one of our buff pullets.
I let him go. Audie flew past the defenseless chicks and the cat instantly morphed from predator into prey animal. After he’d driven the terrified cat deep into the woods, my newly hatched American Poultry Hound swaggered back to survey his domain.
He found me making rather ineffective efforts to round up the free range peeps and drive them through the coop door. They were spread out in an area between the south side of the ex-pen and the south wall of the coop that was lush with clover (their favorite forage) and they weren’t particularly interested in moving on. Without any direction, Audie positioned himself to my left, adding his stronger pressure just where I needed it - on the side farthest from the door. Moving slowly and calmly, he correctly balanced pressure on the chicks and helped me drive them through the door.
This was the first time Audie had seen chicks outside a brooder or pen. He’d sniffed the chicks several times as I held them, but had never seen free ranging poultry – much less been off leash around them. While I’d planned to make that first introduction in a much more structured way, I’m quite pleased at the way it turned out!