Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Who trained who?


It is now the start of Howling Human season in our town; they call it Jazz on the Plazz.  There are several purposes of this event.  It’s great for socializing your humans, many of whom bring their security detail with them, so we get to compare notes.  Also, if you need practice with mastering the art of looking cute to attract humans who like to take pictures with their talking boxes, this is a perfect venue; there are lots of them.   However, the most useful part of these events is the opportunity to hone begging skills as there are a lot of unsuspecting humans who can be duped into giving us bread.  Talisker takes the subtle approach, gently tapping them on the leg with his paw, or nudging them from behind with his nose.  Although very effective on humans who don’t live in our kennel, this doesn’t work very well with ours, so I had to devise a way to get around this problem.  It’s taken a few years to perfect.

The important part is to try to think like a human and take advantage of the props given to you.  In this instance, the desire of our humans to socialize with others with as little disruption as possible is the first part of the equation.  The second part, the props which I initially discovered by accident.  There are always large dogs that I don’t know walking past so I like to yell loudly to get our humans’ attention about the potential threat.  They started to give me bread every time they noticed a large dog coming, thinking that they were distracting me.  I now rarely need to yell … the bread is mostly forthcoming as soon as a dog rounds the corner towards us.  Every now and again, I have to give a low growl to jolt them into action, but for the most part it now works like a charm.
Tobermory

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Clandestine Swimming


I would like to justify my behavior last night.  You do understand that as fish retrievers, swimming is in our blood.

We have just returned from a trip with our humans for them to test falling over juice in Healdsburg and Sonoma.  We usually sleep at a travelling human kennel called the Krug Event Center which has a big hole in the ground with water. Our humans won’t let us jump in which is horrible torture for a fish retriever.

Last night, Daddy took us out for our end of night sniff and we don’t usually put our humans on a leash at that time – where are they going to go?  I really wanted a swim, Mummy was sleeping and Talisker seemed to have a pretty good handle on Daddy, so I thought they wouldn’t notice if I snuck off for a few minutes.  There were big gates blocking me from getting to the hole in the ground with water which you can only open by putting magical door opening cards into a slot.  I managed to sneak in un-noticed behind some humans with one of these cards.

I was having a really great time and had only been gone for a few minutes when I heard panicked shouts from Daddy calling my name.  I got out of the hole in the ground with water but getting back to him presented me with the same problem.  I jumped at the gate and “yipped”, as Mummy calls it.  I hoped Daddy would hear me, but he was too far away.  Eventually, some other humans came by with a magic card and I just ran.  By this time Daddy was standing outside the door of our temporary kennel looking distraught.  I jumped at him and gave him a really big hug.  He doesn’t usually like this when I’ve been swimming, but on this occasion, he actually hugged me back.  I think he suffers from separation anxiety.   I need to talk to Mummy about getting him checked out.
Tobermory

Farewell to the Last of the Three Amigos

Sharing my life with our dogs has always been one of my greatest joys.  However, with that joy comes the responsibility of knowing when to a...