Tuesday, September 8, 2015
On A Good Day, They're Still A Dog. How Rack Is Afraid of Buddha
My own philosophy of training a dog is not to treat them like a human, but expect more of them than a dog. In otherwords: complex behaviors yes, "Sit Up And Beg" no.
One trip from Philadelphia to Florida, Lettie was with me. She was riding in the Jeep, sometimes top down, sometimes not. We hit a shower with the roof down and she just looked up at me, judged me silently, and curled back into a DogBall with her tail over her face as if to say "Hey, stupid, pull over and put the roof up!".
We pulled into the rest stop. I got the roof up in the drizzle that was now ending, and she hopped out of the car. I wasn't too worried, she knew what she wanted. The light pole at the end of the parking space was calling her. I left the door open, she climbed up and went back to dog ball.
Next to me was a police cruiser. I closed the door to the car, and the officer got out with his dog. There was that same bond that I had with my Lettie. You just seem to fit together, hand and glove. We talked about that sort of training and he made his comment. There are days when dogs don't get it right because "On a good day, they're still a dog".
Just don't expect too much.
On the beach we arrived. I'd take her out for her march around town. There was an apartment building there that was rather close to the walkway. In front of the walkway was a concrete Lion.
Lettie got it wrong. Fur went up. Teeth bared. She started barking at the ornament. That thing didn't belong. I stopped her, got her calmed down, even showed her what she did. The rest of the walk she acted much more toned down, even submissive, if an Alpha Dog could ever be submissive.
He takes notice of things around town. He knows where the restaurant is that they come out and fuss over him with cookies, and he knows where the ice cream shop is that he can go to socialize from time to time. He's learning which local dogs to avoid, and which businesses have an out of control yapper inside that will lunge at the door.
If your dog lunges out of control, you are not the boss, your dog is. Train the dog. You will both be happier.
It usually has those abstracts that all look roughly the same, smudges of color meant to look nice and inoffensive. You might expect to see that sort of thing in a corridor somewhere. I don't really pay the gallery all that much attention.
All of the sudden Rack starts barking like crazy. Something was out of place. I looked at him and he was barking at the door.
Sitting on a small table by the door was a concrete or resin statuary of Buddha. About the size of a small child, it sat there serenely watching things go by. The Thai art tradition, it had a head dress on it and a card next to it announcing the gallery's services.
Rack did not like this at all. It was out of place, and it threatened him by looking back at him.
"WOO WOO WOO WOO!"
"Grrr, WOO WOO Grrr"
He slowed down to a slow grumble. His normal fearful self came out. Leaning about 45 degrees to the ground on his purple leash, the fur on his back was standing as close to straight up as you could get.
It's OK, boy, lets go.
He scrabbled an arc away from Buddha and we went on his way.
Yep. On his best day, he's still a dog. We'll have to work on that one. I bet next time he will become one with the Buddha and approach enlightenment that the statue shall not harm him.
I hope he will. Silly dog.