Obedience and Butch

In that order. When Butch arrived into my life, he had no idea, that he’ll be an “obedience dog”. It wouldn’t matter to him what sport we do – agility, flyball, herding, he would love it all. There are no lazy mornings for him, whenever I open the door, he is there, wagging his tale saying – OK Mom, let’s do it! We arrive to the practice area and he is happily running to his friends, with a definitely bigger interest to his felame friends. 🙂 I feel like I lost him, because it seems impossible to get his focus and attention. Well, OK, he is a teenager with all the craziness and hormones. I better just go up to the field with him and ask some really simple exercises. Then we go to the field, and I can feel his attention, and focus, we are connected and he does every exercise I thought him perfectly. This is what I really like about him, and this sport, that I will get exactly what I thought of him. I need to know this and I also have to be sure that we want to do this, and it’s gonna be FUN, because the time when all those tiny exercise peaces and details become a whole, takes a while…. Every training when he performs his exercises perfectly, and he is happy about it, when those little pieces can put together to little bigger parts is really reinforcing. I can see that we are getting somewhere. And he still want to do some more. So we are playing a big tag war together, I’m panting, he steps out the field, and he becomes the crazy, silly teenager who runs to his friends for a play again. 

Butch is a FROG dog, such as he croaks instead of barking, he washes his little green kerchief himself and he can howl our group song whenever he asked… or maybe not. But there are certain things he has to do. He has to behave nicely with every other dog, he can only learn by positive methods, he has to feel happy during trainings, he has to play with me a lot during practices to make me happy, and he also must indicate when I get lazy and skip a couple of trainings. The redesigned garden usually a pretty good sign of my laziness. 🙂 

Thanks for the beautiful pictures to my friend, Frittmann Ivettnek! 

Ps.: Sorry about my English guys! 🙂