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Feline Freedom

The house has a doggy door.  The "furkids" didn't know about it until a couple days ago.  We has stuffed a pillow inside it, sandwiched between the inner & outer security covers.  With springtime bringing warmer temperatures we decided ti open it & teach them how to use it.

Charlotte got it very quickly.  She is now going in & out many more times per day than ever before.  We no longer need to worry whether she is in or out when we're ready to leave or to go to bed.  We know she'll let herself in , or out, when she's ready.

For Marley it's a whole different story.  The door was installed for a Boston bull terrier (Tom's mom's dog).  Lois's dog, Missy, would almost fly through that opening.  The bottom of the opening is only about 4 inches off the floor.  Marley is somewhat higher than that.  The height inside the opening is right for a Boston.  Marley's deep chest just fits through the opening ... one way.  The flap is two pieces: a smaller flap pushes outward, inside a larger flap that pushes inward.  Marley can hunker down & come inside, but is too big to go out the smaller flap.  So far, he will only come through it if we actively encourage him.  He'd rather stand tall, & come through the people door, instead of having to drag himself inside.

 Marley has to lower his head just to look out the door

We've discussed getting a bigger doggy door so Marley can use it comfortably.  Then we discussed waiting until we see how the mushrooms are this year.  More importantly, we've also discussed waiting until after the new garage is built and we put that part of the fence back up.  We're going to have to take down some of the fence for access & construction.  The doggy door is on the side of the house that would be a nightmare to rearrange the fence in a way that would work for construction, access to the house and dog security.  So, we'll probably separate the front & back yards & keep Marley to the front until it's all put back together.

A little touchy ... with good reason

Yesterday at Puppy Play Marley was not himself.  But, when I stop and think about it, he had reason.

First, we had the bad day at home - the power went out, so we discovered a roof leak.  Tom went up in the attic to find the source and get a container under it, and at one point fell halfway through the ceiling.  Marley didn't like the ceiling fan stopping - it had been running 24/7 and the change was, well, ... a change.  He's not fond of change.  Then the noises as Tom moved boards to walk on up in the attic.  Then again as he went up to check the containers to make sure they were big enough to contain the leak.  The power came back after an hour and a half.  We didn't turn the fan back on until last night (he still isn't sure about trusting it).

Then, yesterday, we took him in for his first professional bath.  He's not fond of water and he was nervous about that.  He also had his eyes, ears & teeth checked out.  The bath service also includes "gland expression*".  It wasn't until we were at home and thinking it through that we realized it was probably that "gland expression" was the final straw for him. 

In Puppy Play he was touchy, growling at any puppy that came up from behind him.  I was beginning to think maybe he'd outgrown Puppy Play, then last night, thinking about the "gland expression", it all made sense.  So, we won't schedule a bath right before Puppy Play.  He's only got about a month more that he can go, anyway.

Once again this morning I had both "fur kids" on my lap together.

*  If you're not familiar with "gland expression", it's when they squeeze the glands on either side of the anus to get to "goo" out.  Our previous dog, Max, would have it done when he was already "out" for dental cleaning, so he never knew why he was tender back there.  Plus, he didn't immediately interact with a number of other dogs afterwards. 

Doggie things

First there was "watch your head" -- Marley was a bit distracted as we were getting back into the car.  It looked like he might lift his head while it was under the edge of the door, so without thinking I said "watch your head" and only seconds later he banged his head on the door.  We cracked up

Then there was the priceless look on his face.  Tom was right next to him when he released a large, sonorous gas blast.  Marley's head whipped around and his eyes rolled up and to the side in a clear "why did you do that?" look on his face.  I lost it.  Big belly laughs.

And then, there's one of his favorite games, especially in the evening.  He loves to play keep-away.  His way.  He will bring one of his toys, usually one of the rubber bones, and wave it around, maybe growl a bit, offer it to one of us.  OK.  So far, so good.  As soon as the targeted human reaches for it he'll snatch his head away, maybe growl.  As it progresses, he'll even put it down on or next to a thigh, then growl and snatch it as soon as the hand starts to move.  After several times of  "keep away" he will put it down and let the target pick it up ... to throw.  Then we start again.  He'd gladly play tug of war with it, but we have dedicated tug toys.  The bones & balls are not for tugging.

More pieces

Today, when I had Marley do a session with his agility set, I added the weave poles for the second time.  He doesn't quite get the poles, yet, but he loves the tunnel and seems to like the jump.  He wasn't quite as enthusiastic as I would have liked so I switched from mini Milk Bones to small pieces of cooked chicken.  That got his attention.

As he learns the concepts of the agility obstacles, he gets more enthusiastic.  I also moved the tunnel to a different location to make room for the weave poles to have a long run.  This is the first day I've had all the pieces out and set up.  So, I had the jump at the couch (if I stand at the other side of it, he has to go across it), then the weave poles were were one direction of the jump would end, then he'd go away from the jump, through the poles, then turn & go through the tunnel.  This is the way a course would be set up  --  so the dogs progress from one obstacle to the next in a reasonable flow.

A real course would have a lot more than 3 obstacles, but we're just starting, so we're working on "what" the different obstacles are.  We're also working on directing him by voice, rather than running the course with him.  The tunnel is the first one he does on direction.  And I do mean "direction".  I'm telling him to "go tunnel" (away from me) or "come tunnel" (toward me) and he's getting it.   At least most of the time.

The hard part is that he is going to really enjoy the jumping part.  I think he'd really like to jump higher, but everything I read says not to have him jump until he's fully grown at 18-24 months.  That's a long way off.

Thinking boy

For a few weeks now I've been having Marley make choices.  Mainly, which flavor of treat paste to use in his Kong toy.  For that I've just held two or more cans and he uses his nose to bump the one he wants.  He's pretty adamant about his choices, too.  The first few times he seemed so quick that I wasn't sure and I'd have him do it again.  Then he'd bump it two or three times.  Message delivered!

Today we went a step further.  He was agitating for something.  I couldn't tell if he needed to go outside or if he wanted his greenie & charcoal biscuit (part of the morning routine).  I was in my favorite seat, a recliner, with my feet out.  I pointed to my left and asked "Want potty?" then pointed to my right and asked "Want greenie?".  He sat there for a few seconds then got up from my left side and moved to my right side.  He had thought about the new "puzzle" and worked it out.

At times his intelligence almost scares me.  I think he's the smartest dog we've had.  I really doubt either Una or Max would have understood this challenge within seconds.  It would have taken several tries for the concept to sink in (if it did).

Now, if we'd just get the loose leash walking and greeting people mastered.

A recent photo as I was taking sunset photos on the way home from Idaho.  It's a composite of Tom & Marley and one of the sunset shots that could be blended. (The original shots of them didn't have enough color in the sky).

"Fur kids" in cahoots again

Well, they've been at it again.  As I was bumbling around starting the morning routine, first I heard Marley chewing on a hard toy.  When I was heading back to the living room after letting him out, I saw a dark "ball" on the floor.  Hmmm?  It was somewhat dark still since I only turn on the kitchen LED strip under the counters, on the lowest setting, and the lamp in the corner of the living room at this time of day.  When I picked it up ... DAG NABBIT ALL TO H*** !!  It was the lid to my favorite coffee mug.

I like the covered travel mugs because I can sip my coffee over the course of an hour to four hours while keeping it warm enough to enjoy.  The current pair of mugs were welcome gifts from the credit union and the best we've had so far at keeping our coffee hot.

The best I can guess, since I found my cup on the floor in the kitchen, is that Charlotte was cruising the counter, checking for mice, and bumped the cup to the floor.  This is not the first time she's knocked something off a counter or table that Marley then decided was OK to eat/chew/destroy.  At that point, Marley has a target.  For once it's something of mine instead of Tom's.  He probably resisted temptation for a while, but eventually, he took it.

I don't know if I slept through a "request" (read demand) that I get up somewhere between 6:15 & 7:00 or if he just decided to be up without me.  In the past he'd chew up stuff when I didn't get up when he started his stamping & whining & groaning routine, and he was bored all by himself (or whatever reason led him to the chewing-on-human's-stuff sessions).

At first I though the threads having been breached was why it leaked.  Then, as I set it up for a photo,  I realized it has a gasket for the stopper and it was off track.  I was able to get it back in place and get it at least 98% leak-free.

So, what did I do to Marley?  I picked it up & held it out toward him and asked him "what did you do?" in a very stern voice.  He's sensitive enough that for several hours he skipped the parts of his morning routine and went straight to lap time, trying to suck up.  Even when I started encouraging him to return to "normal" he was reluctant for a while.  He knew he did wrong.  He was very submissive & withdrawn.  Later he returned to pretty much normal, demanding/asking for his daily activities.  He thinks we're playing, but a lot of it really is one kind of training or another.

New Toys

To make sure we keep Marley learning I ordered a few new things that we can use to work with him.  I got a couple more dishes of a certain size - we can use them for "shell game" type games.  Whether he has to follow one item as we move the bowls, finds food under one or more of the bowls, or starts learning to retrieve something from one of them to trade for a treat.

The other was a low budget indoor agility kit.  It includes a square tunnel (needs some propping so it doesn't lean over enough to go flat) and a weave pole/jump set.  The recommend introducing one item at a time.  I figured it we started with the tunnel the others would be easier, at least as far as getting used to them.

So, I set the tunnel in an area of the living room that didn't block the flow of traffic and against something that would keep it from falling.   At first, Marley was suspicious, but he did a bit of sniffing, feinting, backing, sniffing some more.  Later, we moved it to a better location and double-teamed him to get him to go through.  Within a very, very short time he understood he was to go through the tunnel in order to get the "chicken cookie".  He even went through a couple times  without being asked to so. 

We'll give it a couple days before introducing the weave poles.

What direction to go next with training?

We will continue to work with Marley on the necessary social skills - walking nicely on a leash, heel, greeting people politely, etc.  We'll continue with the social/obedience skills that he's mastered - sit, down, stand, stay, wait, free (the release command).   We will also continue to teach him "cool" tricks.

Right now he knows:
Shake, other hand, high 5, find it, step (where I indicate where he should put his foot).  I've been looking up other potential tricks for ideas where to go next.  I'd welcome some input.  If you have ideas, comment and let me know.

One observation from past pets of various species is that animals (or people) who keep learning retain the capacity to keep learning.  I've taught dogs, cats, rats a number things over the years.  The ones who were taught more tricks over the years, kept learning well into old age.

Graduation (and weather)

Yesterday we braved the weather forecast; it said the snow would move into Sandpoint late in the afternoon, and even later for us and that it should only be 2-4 inches.  We drove right into the storm, and by the time his last class of the 6 week course was over, Rebecca was urging us to go before it got even worse.  Luckily the snowplows were out and keeping the roads fairly clear.  We did see a number of drivers come out of a side road and punch it just a bit too much for conditions & fishtail.  I kept plenty of room ahead of me, the only direction where I really have any control over safety zones.  For once we didn't grab food on the way out of Sandpoint in the interests of getting home while we could still get in our driveway if it was going to get ugly.  We do have a small "hill" as we come in, with gentle curves, and the ATV can keep it only so wide ... just barely more than passenger car width.  This morning it's up to 33, after a 25 overnight low and the house roof is shedding its 3-4 inches of new snow.  Now it slides down the pile toward the house instead of out toward the yard.  The "burning bush" by the dining room window has a little over 1/8 inch of ice coating it.  Lovely weather.  (Garage is still standing, still carrying a heavy snow load, still precarious)

So, back to Marley's final class for the next several months.  Petco offers puppy classes, which we skipped right over, and Adult Dog 1 and Adult Dog 2, both of which he has now completed.  Rebecca was pretty casual and unobtrusive about how she gave him his final exam.  Since one dog didn't show, and the other was late, we had the first half hour or so one-on-one with her.  As far as Marley knew he was just getting attention & treats.  The basic "in place" behaviors he did with flying colors.  Those are sit, down, stay, target.  She'd seen us practicing leashed walking in the store already and we all know he still needs lots of work on that.  He also did well with "four on the floor" - Petco's term for keeping all 4 feet on the floor when greeting people or being petted.  We also showed off with "shake", "other hand", "high 5" and "step".  So, compared to how our first dog did at the end of her obedience class Marley did really well.  I'd call him the star pupil of the class.  He definitely earned his graduation certificate and package of goodies.

The only other dog to make it was Lucy.  She's a very shy, timid dog out in public and trembles through the sessions.  Just being able to be around people and other dogs away from home is the big thing for her, and yesterday she proved it's working.  She not only greeted Marley, but she approached me, unasked, and even requested some gentle petting.  She still trembled through the time we were all there.

So, what's next for Marley?  We will continue to work on all the stuff he does well, to keep him doing it well.  We'll continue to expand on what he's learned.  Where Una was laid back, what can I do to please you, and Max was a real traveler and tourist, Marley is a learner.  He wants to keep learning new things and he wants to practice the things he has learned.   His puppy excitement is still a barrier to the "nice" leash walking and greeting people, but he's showing signs it will come, with practice.  Eventually, I want to get his "Canine Good Citizen" certificate.  I don't know if it would get any discount with our insurance, but in some cases it does (so I read).  It is a way of documenting that he's a well-behaved dog, which could help in checking into hotel/motel rooms or RV parks if they're at all skittish about labs or big dogs in general.  Beyond that, maybe agility, maybe rally obedience.  But those are all months out before we could even get into training.  Most of those require full obedience compliance as a starting point and being at least a year old.

He loves his puzzle

Marley is a huge fan of routine.  We start the day with treat in a Kong ball.  Then we toss a ball for him ... he gets a piece of kibble every time he brings it back, and a piece across the room to position him for the next toss.  He gets a greenie and a charcoal biscuit after one of his morning potty breaks - he has to seek it out with his nose.  Then somewhere in the late morning or early afternoon he gets to solve his puzzle.

His puzzle has 7 holes to hold treats.  Two of them have flipper covers, two have "towers" to lift off (he knocks them over) and the last 3 have 2 sliders.  He often checks some of the holes several times in case he missed a treat, but he general clears it within 30 seconds to a minute.

Here he is in action:

Stepping out ...

Last week I taught Marley to "STEP" on things.  I was working with a 2-step folding stool in the hopes that by the time he's recovering from an injury or surgery, or old and weak, he will readily walk up the steps into the car.  We learned that when a dog is not feeling well, and doesn't like to accept help is NOT the time to try to get them to use something new, even it would be a hundred times easier than jumping into the car.

So, with a foam circle (craft item) and treats I accomplished what had been nearly impossible the week before.  He will now readily put a foot on either step, depending on where I put the foam circle.  Since "TARGET" (formerly TOUCH) is done with the nose, I had to start with a different behavior that was already established.  So we moved from "HIGH 5" to "STEP". 

By holding the foam circle over the hand he was to HIGH 5, he started by doing the HIGH 5 on the circle.  Then I started putting the foam on the bottom step of the stool.  It only took a couple of tries and he had it.  Then the top step.  Then places on the floor or furniture. 

Today we took a new step (pardon the pun) in working with this behavior.  I had him STEP on the stool without the foam circle.  It only took a minute for him to move from a physical/visual target to STEPPING where I pointed.  Then I pointed to his ball, his bone, a box.  All immediately were either stepped on or pulled.  He loves to curl his paw and pull, hard.  He sometimes draws blood when that paw hammers down on my hand or arm and pulls.  Need to figure out how to tame that power.

We had to go back to the target when I asked him to STEP on the boot tray that contains his food and water dishes and their drips.  He wanted to do it but was very reluctant.  Once I put the foam circle in the corner of the tray, he was STEPPING right where I asked.

I think, beyond the use of the step stool, STEP is going to be the basis of some very useful behaviors in the future as we build on it.  For example it's an alternate way to indicate a choice.  (When I "stuff" his Kong Ball I hold out 2 cans of different flavors and let him choose which one he wants.  He sniffs both, then repeatedly bumps the one he wants.  Liver is big this week.)

I fill every other slot with the flavor paste (think of the "easy cheese" spray can cheese) and he licks & chews it out while I set up the coffee pot, feed the cat and get ready to slowly start the day.  It buys me 10-15 minutes before we start the "greenball" fetching/feeding game for his breakfast. 

Smart pup!

This morning we're dealing with 18 inches of new snow (through last night) on top of the foot and a half to two feet on the ground, and the piles along the front & back of the house where the roof snow lands and temperatures above freezing AND RAIN! 

The roof took about 3 hours to shed all but a couple of lumps.  Now the pile along the house is high enough that it partially obscures some of the windows.  More importantly, the back half falls on the deck that extends from the back porch to the end of the house and is our main way in & out of the house.  Every time the roof slides, we have to shovel piles of heavy, compacted snow to be able to get to the gate.

During the time it was still sliding I went to the kitchen.  Marley followed, of course, so I offered him the chance to "go potty" and opened the door.  As he started out I told him to "be careful" because there was a chunk hanging over the area where it transitions from porch to deck.  He stood on the porch a minute or so, looking out at the wall of snow, then up at the hanging block of snow and came back in. 

Smart dog.

Good nose!

Last night we were playing one of  Marley's favorite games - "greenball".   We have a soft spiky green ball that we toss for him to catch and return.  He gets a piece of his kibble at the couch when he returns it and a piece tossed across the room to get him over where he's far enough away to catch a good toss.  At some point the ball rolled into a hidden spot and something else distracted all of us (probably Charlotte wanting to come inside, followed by giving her some kibble or dry food). 

The green ball had disappeared.  We looked in the corners.  We looked under things.  We looked inside things.  We looked behind things.  No luck.  So we brought out a substitute ball.

Now, the substitute ball brought its own issues - he wanted to chew it instead of retrieve it.  I'll say more about that after I finish with the green one.

So we continued the game, more or less, with the substitute ball.  And eventually we finished.  We looked again for the green ball before we went to bed.  I looked for it again when I got up today.  We played the game with the substitute ball.

Later on, after yet another search, I told Marley to "find it, greenball".  He set off about the house sniffing & looking in all kinds of places.  It was several minutes and I had even lost track of his assignment when he started whining at the space under the phone table.  He'd stick his nose in the small space then pull it out and whine again.  I immediately knew he'd found it.  I got a "grabber" and pulled it out.  It was all the way back to the wall, in a corner under the table.  He found it by nose.

The practice he's been doing to find his treats is paying off.  Most days he gets a "greenie" and a black (charcoal) biscuit that are placed around the house for him to find.  He goes around the rooms where his treats might be (we never put them in the spare bedroom, rarely in the kitchen or dining room) with his nose in the air, circling in on the scent until he finds his treats.  It might be time to start having him discriminate between scents ... might have to think about how to go about doing that.  Perhaps the first step will be to have him bring something in return for a treat, then start having him bring specific items (out of an array), then by scent.  Something for me to think about.

So, back to the substitute "greenball".  When I found that the soft spiky balls fit in the "ChuckIt" I bought a couple of spares.  I'd used an orange one in the ChuckIt outside, and bought a green one and a red one.  We'd been playing with the new green one in the fetching game.  The red one was a backup for either the orange or green one.  The red one has a slightly different texture, softer, and Marley was trying to use it as a chew toy.   He'd even gotten it partially deflated.  We ended the game to indicate these balls are not chew toys.

This morning, before he found the green one, we were playing with the red one.  At one point he had it half deflated, sort of half inside-out.  He dropped it when he heard the air hissing out of it.  When he dropped it, it began to whistle.  He stepped back, looking at it.  He circled it.  He cocked his head.  He sniffed the carpet near it.  Because the hole is tiny, it took a long time for it to re-inflate, so it took quite a while for him to decide it was safe to pick it up.

Once we had the green one back, he got a very nice "high value" treat and we did another round of the fetch game.  He doesn't try to chew the green ball.  I'm not sure he'll want to chew the red one after it sounded off at him, either.

Please, try it out ... please, please

After getting "rope burn" several times when Marley's leash was slipping through my hand as he tried desperately to get to a new person or new dog ... we bought a new one.  This one is a nicer material, less likely to slip and with clips and rings at various places on its length so you can do a number of things with it.

As I was reading the packaging, and checking out the clips and rings, Marley sat in front of me and practically begged to try it out!  I can j-u-s-t buckle one of the clips to one of the rings to go around my waist.  As soon as we were both buckled in it was clear he wanted to do some "loose leash walking" practice.  With no food rewards we walked around the living room, hall & kitchen for a few minutes with him performing almost flawlessly.

In this exercise he is to stay close enough the leash has no tension, preferably just behind my left knee.  If I stop he is to stop and sit just behind my left knee.  This is the position we want when greeting people (long ways to go on that one), to be ready for the next command, or to finish our session.

We're working on getting him to perform like that outside the house (which, this time of year, means outside the fenced yard), and public places.  It's going to take lots and lots of practice.  We also need lots of "volunteers" who can help him learn that he gets "loving" if he sits and nothing if he's too excited.  We can't really do too much of that between the two of us.  Luckily, many people are more than willing to pet him.  Unluckily, most of them are also more than willing to forgive his rowdiness because he's still a puppy.

I'll leave you with a photo taken last night ...

Bad start to the morning

Background:
Marley is STILL a puppy.  He's not quite 9 months old, and still learning how to behave.  Marley really likes to be up about 7am and one of us (nearly always me) needs to be up with him.  If he whines for us (me) to be up with him and we tell him "go to bed", he'll whine again.  If we think we've gotten him to settle so we can sleep a bit longer ... think again.  That's when he selects something to destroy.

So far ... half of one sheepskin slipper, part of the heel of one of Tom's daily wear shoes, a ball point pen, my mammogram results notice, a battery operated flashing rubber ducky (he killed the devil & ate a batter, (we had to sacrifice the angel to know how many batteries had been in the devil) and so on ...  In the past he's also "eaten" sticks and cans - eaten as in swallow (or try to swallow) pieces.

So, this morning we were up at 6am for a potty break, then (I thought) back to bed.  Around 7:30am he whined his little "get up with me" whine and I got up.  From the bathroom I looked to my left and ... Damn it!  There was a shadow too big to be one of his toys.  (At 7:30am this time of year we barely have any natural light yet, since sunrise is around 8:30.)

Sure enough, it was one of Tom's shoes. He'd eaten part of the heel area a while back.  He'd nibbled a bit more a week or two later.   He'd replaced the shoes, but was still wearing the old ones.  Not anymore.  They were hikers, but the left heel area is now floppy in back and along one side.  Now, he's going to have to wear the new ones.

This time I really let Marley know how unhappy I was.  Not only did he get a scolding as soon as I found it, but I didn't stop there.  I didn't let him have his usual morning treat (a Kong ball with slots around it that I "stuff" with flavored "paste".  That keeps him busy for a few minutes while I start coffee and otherwise prepare to get ready to face the day ...   A bit later, I picked up the shoe and went near him to ask "what did you do?!" in a very negative voice.  Wow!  He cringed under the dining table, then slunk to the bedroom and crawled under the bed (not as easy as it used to be).  He stayed there more than a half hour.  He didn't come back out until after Tom had gotten up.

After a bit, it was clear he wasn't going to "make up" until a peace offering was proffered.  I set up his ball with liver flavored paste (new flavor) and gave it to him without making him work for it at all; not even finding the ball and bringing it to me.  Not long after he finished all the liver goo, he came and wanted lots of loving, petting, leaning, etc.   I hope we don't have to do this too many times in the future.

What a morning.  At least it didn't require a visit to the vet.

Puzzle

We bought Marley a puzzle.  It's a "level 2" puzzle  It has 2 sliding discs that cover 3 cavities for treats, 2 tower plugs to pull out (the description says they have to be pulled straight up, can't be knocked over, but they knock over at a light touch) and 2 flip levers to open 2 more cavities.

You're supposed to start by putting treats in the slider compartments & closing them halfway, while the dog watches.  Then you show the dog how they slide to reveal the treats.  You practice with just the sliders until the dog understands there are treats under the sliders.  Then you do the cones or flippers.  You do each type of obstacle separately until the dog know how to work them.

Oops!

I jumped right in with Marley.  I let him see me fill all 3 types of compartments.  I showed him how they worked.  Within 20 minutes he had the puzzle empty.  Twice.  Oh well.  The flipper that moves toward him is his biggest challenge.

Yesterday & today I just filled it and put it down for him.  He looks forward to finding all the treats.  The next step is to only put treats in some of the holes.  At least it's a bit of a challenge for him.

He's also showing more and more that he's air scenting for his greenie & his charcoal biscuit.  He'll stick his nose up in the air and once he gets a whiff he'll circle and close in on his treat.  It will be interesting to play "search" come summer.

Barrier-Free car ride -- FAIL!

We tried out riding with Marley with no barrier to see if he's settled into the idea that he belongs in the back and we belong in the front.  What a potential disaster!

Background:
Marley loves being really close to us.  In the car, as a little puppy, he'd curl up with Tom's feet in the passenger seat floorboards  We tried to get him to stay in the back, but he wasn't buying it.  Nor could we convince him to stay in the front or back.  He'd suddenly leap from front floorboards to back cargo area or cargo to front with no warning.  He'd bump the driver every time.  On dry pavement, with light traffic, it's a potential hazard.  On icy pavement, and/or in heavy traffic it's a potential major pile-up.

 June 2016

January 2017

So, we got a metal barrier for the car; it had become a life & death decision..  After a lot of fussing & finessing and cussing & stressing we (99% Tom; 1% me) got it installed in the Subaru.  There were a couple of low gaps Marley could squeeze partway through, so we ordered an extension panel.  These barriers are intended for use behind the back seat, not between the front & back seats.  We've always thought the behind the back seat space was too small for most mid & full-size dogs in most cars, so we allow the full back cargo area for the dog, except when we carry passengers.  We want to meet up with someone who will need a ride, so we're exploring current options.

After a bit we transferred the barrier to the Honda, the car we prefer to drive.  In addition to the extension panel, we added an old "pet vent" to close the last little gap that puppy Marley was squeezing his head through.  Since we have the barrier physically attached to the front seat headrest supports and to the back seat structure, nobody can use the back seat, not even half of it.  So, we needed to make the test.

In the 5 miles from here to the Post Office he was up in the front at least twice, with a couple of other attempts.  As we were pulling into the PO his butt was up near Tom's knee, while his head & shoulders were on the floor.  He just doesn't understand how that comfy hole could now be too small for him.  He never did understand how deadly his leaping front to rear or rear to front could be.  One of his leaps he got hung up on my arm and we were all in a tangle while rolling along at 35MPH!

We have a net barrier on order; it should be here by next Monday or Tuesday.  Since it attaches only to the front seats we should be able to use the back seat(s) as needed, without losing too much visibility.  Luckily, this barrier is less than $20, so if it doesn't work, we get a real one for the Subaru.  We also would have to consider restricting him to the back of the bus, so to speak, if we wanted to be able to use the back seats.

Adaptable & versatile

It finally dawned on me ... Marley has learned to play hard with the big rough puppies at the Sunday Puppy Play sessions, to play a bit more gently with the not-so-rough puppies and to play like a cat when he plays with Charlotte.

When he plays with the puppies, he gets in and is as rough as they want to be, without anybody getting hurt.  He learns to respect any dog request to back off, well up to a point anyway.  Each week his play style is a little different.  He often will lay on his side, as if exhausted, just waiting for one of the pups to make advances.

For once I was just watching Charlotte & Marley play.  Not thinking or adding any notions to what I was seeing. And I realized he would stand & square off with her in that semi-sideways posture that cats get, each one trying to look bigger & fiercer than the other, until one of them would lunge and the wrestling would begin.  And it dawned on me, they've been playing that way for a while.  Charlotte plays and incites and teases the way a cat does.  Marley responds by playing the way she has taught him.

Smart little guy, isn't he?  And Charlotte is doing a good job of training him to play like a kitty so she has a companion she can trust not to hurt her. 

Still learning

Sometimes, moving on to a new "trick" or "behavior" needs a little bit of a jump start. 

We have a folding two step stool that we had bought for Max to be able to more easily get in & out of the car.  He never accepted it.  When he needed it, after his spleen was removed and he was recovering from major abdominal surgery and was very weak, he would jump over it or around it rather than use it.  So, we thought it would be good to teach Marley to use it now so it's old hat when he gets old (or for any other reason) needs to use it.  It can also be built on to do other things later.

I mentioned it to Rebecca in our class.  I told her it was not going well.  He'd do anything to avoid stepping on it.  He'd press forward as far as he could, go around, whine, bark, etc.  She said she'd taught her dog "Target" plus another one, "Touch" so she could shape other behaviors.   We'd already used "Touch" to mean touch-your-nose-to-my-open-hand-to-get-the-food-in-my-closed-hand  I didn't want to confuse him.  That involved touching with his nose; I wanted to build on touching with a paw.  Hmmm. 

Ah-HAH!  Build on "High 5" (touch-your-paw-to-my-held-up-hand).  I got out a foam craft circle.  Since we'd built from Touch to Target when Rebecca introduced "Target" in class, I had him "target" a couple of times, then had him High 5.  Then I held the foam circle against my raised hand and told him to High 5.  I moved it close to the stool.  Then I put the circle on the bottom step of the stool.  Bingo!  I quit telling him to High 5.  He was getting the idea and I would be able to switch him to a new word as the new behavior solidified.  He got pretty good about slapping a paw on that circle. 

On the second day I introduced the word Step and moved the circle to various places on the floor and both steps of the stool.  Success!

Sometimes the hardest part of starting a new behavior is going to be finding the small thing to start with so we can build on it.

Turn about ...

After months of Marley whining, barking or otherwise fussing when Charlotte wanted to come back in the house, last night Charlotte kept meowing at us to let Marley back in the house.

We'd been trying to put him off until a commercial break, but she was face to face with him at the sliding glass door, then turning to us and meowing.   So, we let him in.

No matter how much they "wrestle" and no matter how many times she's complained when he got too rough, it seems they really do like each other.

And a little exercise for the humans, too

We got an inexpensive treadmill so Tom & I can get some walking done, safely.  The yard is buried in a couple feet of snow of varying textures.  Post-holing isn't any fun and puts unusual strain on muscles and joints.  The area between the fenced yard and the garage is mostly cleared, but again, it's got snow and could be slippery.  I find I get more and more afraid of falling.  We've both reached break-a-hip age.  So the treadmill is about the safest way to get in some walking during the winter.  Especially a winter like this crazy one.

Our work introducing Marley to as many new experiences as possible is paying off.  Yesterday when the new treadmill was fired up the first time, he started out in the kitchen ... about as far from it as he could get but still keep an eye on it.  Every couple of minutes he'd come a little closer.  We didn't try to reassure him it was OK - that would feed the "there's something to be worried about" feeling.  Today he came up and sniffed it and stood quite close while I took my first turn on it. 

Eventually, we may see if he'll walk on it.

Ah hah!

It's not the snow.  It's the catching.  We picked up a couple more "prickly" balls that fit in the Chuck-It that I can toss out into the snow and not be too unhappy if they disappear until spring.  He doesn't always bring back balls from the yard.  I'm not going out in 2 feet of snow and digging them out, either.

I started tossing one in the living room for him, playing the "Trade" game.  I give him a treat when he brings the ball back to me.  Pretty soon he was trying to catch them in the air.  Then he was leaping to catch them in the air.  And if I was slow tossing it, just like the snow, he'd bark at me.  All I need to do is get him to figure out it will be more fun if he's further away.

At some point, I think we'll try him on a Frisbee, too.  I think the leaping and twisting in the air is what he really likes.

The devil was in Marley this morning ... had to sacrifice an angel

Nothing like starting your morning by sacrificing an angel. Really. Cutting her wide open.

When our puppy Marley demanded I get up around 7am (as he does every morning) I told him to "go back to bed" (as I do some mornings) and as he does when I try to get a few more winks ... he went and found something to destroy. This time the cat contributed to the problem - she tossed around one of the little rubber duckies (an angel & devil pair) we had on the inner ledge of the tub to a place he could reach it. When I did get up (only about 5 minutes after 7) there was part of the devil duck on the carpet just outside the bathroom. Worse ... there were a few pieces of red plastic and a couple of button batteries on the living room carpet. Oh, crap! How may batteries did the devil duck start with?

So, I had to sacrifice the angel to know how many batteries ... there were THREE. So, a quick research on the internet, followed by a call to the vet. Followed by setting up the bathroom and giving him an appropriate dose of hydrogen peroxide and recovering the battery. Since it was dead, it was unlikely it could have "zapped" his intestine (killing spots), but it could still potentially corrode enough on the way through to burn or poison him. 

 

 

Sacrificed angel and destroyed devil and all 3 batteries (after the peroxide)  and angel looking intact to show they were cute little floaters.

It IS possible to wear him out

Today was an epic day for snow moving.  Marley did his flying dog snow catching for the whole back deck.  I was shoveling normal fell-from-the-sky snow, the fluffy stuff.  Then he did about a half hour of chasing snowballs and looking for them buried in the 2 feet or so of snow on the ground.

After lunch, half the back roof snow had come crashing down onto the deck so Tom & I went out and shoveled the deck again.  Again Marley did the flying, leaping, twisting to catch the shovelfuls of snow.  After I cleared the car we went to the post office and when we got back more of the roof snow had come down onto the deck and I had to dig a path to the house - I just didn't feel like shoveling the whole deck again.  At first Marley whined for the snow, but after a couple he just watched me closely without whining or barking.  By golly, he does have an energy limit!

Adding a twist to a skill

Marley has been searching for his Greenie & charcoal biscuits each morning for many weeks.  It's good practice for him to sniff out things for us.  We tell him "find it" and off he goes.  He has to "sit" or "down" and "stay" while we show him the treats, then go hide them.  He can't go find them until he is released with the word "free".

Some days is takes only seconds for him to find them and they might be in any of the rooms other than the guest room (door is semi blocked to give the cat a safe haven).  Dining room, kitchen, living room, master bedroom, hall or bathroom are all possibilities.  We've started moving the treats from the floor to on handles, rails, tub edge, between things, partially under things to make it a bit more of a challenge.

Yesterday I added another level of difficulty.  I put the greenie (most aromatic, therefore easier to find by smell) under a small plastic basket.  The basket has plenty of large openings so he can see it and smell it.  He is easily frustrated by complications so he whined for help at first.  So, I moved it so a tiny bit of the greenie stuck out under the edge.  Bingo!

Today I put it under the basket.  He bumped the basket a couple of times until the edge lifted enough to expose a bit of the greenie and success!  We'll move on in a few days to more difficult things, like a small cardboard box or other item he can easily move.

I had tried a small steel mixing bowl, but that was too difficult too soon.  There's no good way for him to flip it, so I won't use it again.  But there are so many things we can use.

Role model for his class

Yesterday afternoon Marley started Level 2 Adult Dog training.  There are 3 dogs in his class, but one won't start until next week.  Both the other dogs are on the timid side.  The gal who came with Lucy seemed to have little clue what was going on since her husband had brought Lucy for the Level 1 class.  That helped reinforce that we're doing the right thing with both of us coming to all the classes, taking turns working with him in & out of class.

Because he readily accepts training, likes training, LOVES any and all treats, is comfortable around people and other dogs, he will be the role model to help the others learn.  Not only will they all do the various exercises, but the other 2 will also learn from seeing how Marley interacts with us and with Rebecca.

Early in our session Marley tried to interact with Lucy and she told him she wanted him to give her some more distance (a short low growl).  The rest of the session he gave her a little extra space when Rebecca or we would walk him past her.  That's something he learned in the Puppy Play sessions.

As he matures and has we work with him he gets better at the easy stuff and the harder stuff gets a little closer to working.

Cute "wrap"

Marley was napping while we were watching an Eric Clapton concert video.

Snow Monster & Little Lady

I'm not sure what we'll do come summer.  I expect to make snow cone snow (shave ice) for Marley at least once in a while.  Now, every time Tom puts on outdoor gear (rain & wind pants over his jeans, heavy boots, and so on) Marley goes nuts, just knowing he's going to get shovel fulls of snow in his face.  Or at least snowballs chucked out into the yard.  He is a snow fanatic.  He leaps up to catch it.  He lets it hit him and disintegrate.  He sniffs & digs for the lost snowballs.

The down side to making "snow" for him will be that once we do it the first time he'll expect us to do it again the same time the next day.  And the next ... and the next ... and ...

Looks like Charlotte has decided to do what it takes to keep living with us.  This morning I found 3 pee lumps and a poo lump in the box.  We're checking & scooping the box just about every time we go into the bathroom.  We're feeding her most any time she asks but each time she gets less than half of a scoop instead of a whole scoop (scoop being 1/4 cup).  We figure if we try to keep her happy she'll keep using the box.