Accepting your dogs energy

It is one thing to have a dog, it is another thing to understand or gel with your dog. Good work cannot happen if there is a gap in focus, orientation, language, or intention. This is a fact. And what it comes down to is accepting your dogs energy. In other words it is learning…

Puppy Classroom Trade Secret #127

We live in a world where many people see puppies as two dimensional beings, meaning length and breadth but no depth. Kind of like an input/output machine of sorts, if something is asked of a puppy, then the puppy responds accordingly, without conflict, reservation, or opinion. But boy oh boy, when a puppy reminds their…

Puppy Classroom Trade Secret #79

The Teams that choose to come to puppy class are Teams that are showing you they want to learn, even if just by the effort of showing up, sans practicing during the week. That is a huge first step. I teach the basics, maybe some instability / balance work, tricks here and there, work and…

learning between the lines

Hurry up and wait. Milestones that allow us more, or allow us to believe there is more, and we seemingly and willingly give up precious days and precious moments to focus on, well yet another moment. But when you reach a certain age, like I have,  you learn to savor each day, each lesson, and…

it’s not about winning and losing

“Don’t let your dog win!” This phrase has been rolling around in my head since yesterday. I have been mumbling this phrase every which way, including diagonally, and sideways. And truth be told, I have felt a bit like Audrey Wood’s character, Silly Sally, who went to town, walking backwards and upside down. This isn’t a…

Top 10 Tips – the final from my Gran Dame

I pass along life lessons from my dog Franny, in no particular order. What she taught me about herself, living with animals in general, people, relationships, and living life your own way. top 10 tips – Dogs judge. They have a fairly amazing and innate bullshit meter, some more than others. Don’t think you can…

train silent

Years ago, as in the late 1980’s, when I was on the Park City Ski Patrol, I was fortunate enough to be put on the K9 search and rescue team during my rookie year. I didn’t volunteer for it, raise my hand, or jump up and down and say pick me pick me. What ever…