22 September 2014
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by team small dog at 5:31 PM
20 September 2014
If you are a dog, you are supposed to do what the lady says, every time.
Even if you are at the pond.
Usually the lady is not saying, Oh, Just Go Run And Get Into the Pond Whenever You Feel Like it Because It's super Cool to Have Wet Insane dogs Running Amuck and Then You Totally Do Not need to Ever come back Just Float around In the Pond as Long as You Want and Run Around on the Beach then Run As Fast as you Can to the Field and Maybe Steal some Tennis balls And Run Around with them For a Long Time.
And also, do you know what they are looking at in that picture? The Pond! And there is staying.
And staying here. Because I have the magic listening object of magicness in my hand.
The magic tennis ball. The orange ball is Otterpop's.
Gustavo don't stay for no stinkin' balls! He is staying here while others are swimming. I am not sure why. Gustavo has his own rules that none of us totally follow.
Which is cool because then I only have to fit 2 balls in my pockets. Right now, the best ball game involves the field by the pond, 3 dogs and 2 balls. Works best if one of the balls is the orange kind. It's a little hard to explain the rules but it sure is working good for pond listening. Pretty much, I am the master of the balls and Gustavo just runs around. There are a lot of lie downs, sits and stays. With Gustavo just running around.
There is sometimes team work for bringing the ball back. Some days Otterpop is all, why bother swimming when you have a border collie?
So then Banksy is all, why bother bringing the ball up on the beach when you have an Otterpop? I just have to make sure that they are not inventing rules like this all the time. Because I think that's when the mutiny happens. An Otterpop and a border collie are potentially a little dangerous if they put their minds together. I keep a careful eye on those 2. And everybody has to lie down.
by team small dog at 4:57 PM
14 September 2014
This morning we were walking through the forest, and we all heard this noise:
Then it stopped.
This is a new noise. All the dogs kind of looked at me and I whispered, Close, Close and we picked up a trot. I am afraid to run because if I run Banksy RUNS and this is too fast on a hill.
We didn't stop for a pretty long time.
I don't know what makes that noise. I don't want to think about what makes that noise. We are just going to use Excellent Confidence that we don't hear that noise anymore when we're over on that hillside.
by team small dog at 6:47 PM
13 September 2014
Probably the best puppy training advice I've gotten has come from my good friend and agility mentor, Professor Rob. His cunning and grace have gotten him far in agility, and he is very smart about a lot of things. Every time I start to freak out about something weird and freaky that my somewhat weird and freaky puppy does, he just says, Don't Freak Out.
That is the training philosophy I'm using as the foundation of my puppy training. Banksy is the puppy that she is and she will become the dog that she will become and I am trying my hardest to train her really good. So I just gotta keep moving on and don't freak out.
She can do some weird ass shit. Sometimes Banksy is kind of a weirdo. She can be a little bit hard to train one day. Then super easy the next. Then impossible the next day. Then sort of medium. Then loony toons. Then the next day brilliant. Then the next day totally WTF BANKSY???
I'm just trying to ride it out and do the best I can. And not freak out.
And if she mentions to you that I am an evil witch, DO NOT BELIEVE HER BECAUSE I AM NOT.
I am not going to list all the things I'm having a hard time with here. If you have had a border collie, and one who was very wild and maybe a bit of a weirdo and kind of stressed out sometimes, then you might have a good idea. Maybe not. If you had told me before I got a puppy that things like leaves and dust and invisible spirits living in plastic owls were going to be training challenges, I would be all, Oh wait! I have trained a Gustavo!
But this is a whole other universe, of course, entirely.
There are a lot of things about her that are super awesome and help me not freak out when things go in a direction of which I am left in the dust, scratching my head, and watching a wet and skinny coyote high tailing it back into the pond.
Here's a list of Banksy's awesomeness. Banksy loves all people. She loves all kids. She loves to run up and meet new friends and have them give her lovies. She loves to meet little friendly dogs. She loves to meet friendly big dogs that aren't pouncing on top of her. She loves my dogs. She loves my husband. She sleeps on top of my feet in our bed. She can do loose leash walking a lot of the time. She can walk off leash with us in the forest with beautiful recalls. She loves to swim. She thinks agility is rad and can do little sequences with tunnels and bumps and barrels. She is learning tight tight out of a straight tunnel. She can stay when I lead out. She doesn't chase joggers. Sometimes she sticks her tongue out. She can nosetouch the target. She has a lot of funny tricks. She loves slamming down the teeter totter. She brings back the ball. She loves tugging. She flops upside down for tummy scritches and makes a polar bear face. Sometimes she likes to eat treats from my hand. She ciks and caps around stuff in the arena. She loves riding in the car. She runs as fast as the wind.
No. She can't Eat Tug Come Stay everywhere and every time. Way far, far, galaxy far far away far, from that. A lifetime of far. But that's what we're working on. And I am not freaking out.
by team small dog at 4:42 PM
08 September 2014
A lady walking her border collie yesterday told me Banksy wasn't a border collie. Probably a mini aussie, actually. I just smile and nod when people tell me stuff. A lot of people know a lot of things. I am a good smiler and nodder while my brain is talking about something else. Probably telling a lengthy tale of wilderness and logging and droughts from days gone by. When horses hauled the redwood out and whalers were lost at sea.
I have this old Black Flag t-shirt, it's really small and has a Raymond Pettibon drawing of Ronald Reagan as the devil on it. The shirt is from the 90's. The drawing was from the 80's. Now it's the 2014's and I can't bear to let go of the shirt. It's laying there on a chair with a dog bed Banksy ate a chunk out of and a tote bag full of I don't know what and a globe from the 70's I bought at a yard sale. And some notebooks. I have a lot of notebooks.
I was going to wash my car today. The dust layer on it looks like it went to Burning Man, but it's just from being parked at work. Then I was all, drought. So I didn't wash it. Or clean up the stack on the chair. Or the one on the desk. Thats' where I pile everything that I remove from Banksy's mouth, if you were wondering why there are socks and books and maps and stickers and some kind of weird flower pod thing on my desk. And notebooks. Don't let Banksy eat any notebooks.
by team small dog at 2:50 PM
07 September 2014
Banksy is almost 7 months old, but her tail is almost 300 years old if you count in raccon years. Tail doesn't even describe that thing that's taken on a life of it's own. Tail of Magnificence is close. It keeps growing and growing and her fur is like fur of poof. If she jumps in the pond, she looks exactly like the skinny little coyote from across the pasture that is going to eat the orange kittens. But dried off there is poof, a most bountiful poof. Most of it in her tail.
Her magnificent fur also loves foxtails. The emergency doc had to pull 2 out of her ear the other night. This wasn't my idea of a cool way to spend Friday night, especially since the time of the crabby vet tech at the other vet for her rabies shot a couple months back. This time, me and a very patient vet tech, teensy tiny needles, and all our hard work with happy restraining, grooming and relaxing on a mat made it not too traumatic of a night out on the town. Also, Banksy is super cute when she's drunk.
I took that vet tech a Starbucks card the next day with a thank you note. Thank you, Amanda the Patient Vet Tech. She definitely helped Banksy not be too freaked out by her evening in the hospital.
Otterpop is still the champion of the stillness for photoshoot. Banksy is getting pretty good at stillness of not moving when there's a toy and a release word. Like when she's on the clock. For our forest photoshoots, I would say not so much. Like she is gone by the time I snarl the camera out of my pocket. Maybe someday, Banksy will be able to sit still like Otterpop. In a whole lotta years. Maybe.
Everybody else is all, whatever. There goes the puppy! They're used to her moving like a blur across the landscape. Sometimes across the top of them. Ouch. A new thing in the forest is complete insanity of zooming if we go to the Place Where all the Leaves Are, where it used to be wet. On the steep slope, that goes down to where there used to be water. Back in the day. Wow. Eventually I caught her mid air on the 4th or 5th trip across the gulch and back on the leash she went. Super gnarly. We're staying out of the leaf place for a while. Some things make Banksy's brain explode, leaves that blow or MIGHT blow are one of them. It's a good thing we're not all about autumn around here.
In the forest, except for in the leaf place, she just stays in the group and totally gets it how it works with no leash and no long line. She's one of us in the forest now, totally part of the group. Banksy understands hiking. She's not so much the border collie puppy who gets all the special treatment for everything else in life including all the chewies. Well, maybe some special treatment. Because I do still carry treats for her in my pocket. So far no coyote chasing, no deer chasing, and all good listening. But I am going on never say never for. One day, shit will happen. Let's hope her life skills continue to stay on the side of sensible most of the time.
And by the pond? At the beach? The recalls kind of suck there. Water is her demon on her shoulder. Water talks to her and says, Go Apeshit, Banksy! Hahahahahaha WET! We're working on this.
Banksy goes to weekly foundation class now, and we're also playing along with all the Silvia stuff from the videos. I set her up a new baby agility field at work, that's hopefully mostly foxtail free. Augh, the foxtails. Drought means everything here that isn't dirt is foxtail.
All her things are going better! But everything a work in progress. Banksy can go from her weirdo floppy smiley polar bear persona to super intense hard worker in a flash. And sometimes to the scary stare bear that MUST WATCH THE BLOWERS. Getting back to the floppy polar bear, not so easy. It's a little bit schizopphrenic how her multiple personalities pop up and swap places. She REALLY, REALLY LIKES agility. And her blowing particles. Sort of like the water. Go apeshit, young puppy girl! She has some cool pre-skool agility moves now. There are nosetouches. There are ciks and caps and lefts and rights and a lot of chasing front crosses and circle works. Jump bumps! Forward focus! Stop and Go! Every kind of training is her BEST THING DO IT MORE!!! MORE!!! Banksy LOVES to chase me and LOVES to chase the toy. And she REALLY LOVES tugging.
I am so easily impressed by border collies.
We're working on play, eat, come, stay everywhere, every time. That's hard everywhere and every time. But easy in the low distraction places, much of the time. Supahstah of the backyard. It will take a long time for the whole enchilada. But Banksy's only 7 months old. I think we have a long time. So no big rush.
Otterpop continues to run the show. Gustavo just hangs out being a good boy. Except for being the total thief of chewies. Ruby is Ruby, and we are happy she can still see, because now something is wrong with her good eye. They all love Banksy, however. I am pretty sure they are all as happy as me that she's our puppy. Our super old, 7 month old puppy.
by team small dog at 3:13 PM
01 September 2014
Much walking. Much running. No. Not much running. Just Gustavo, no Grifter, Grifter ouch. No Grifter for the Regionals.
Walk walk walk walk walk. Drag the garbage up the hill. Put away the toilet paper. A lot of the dog show is doing stuff like this, all day long, for 4 days. My feet hurt.
Gustavo ran like a champ!
Gustavo, he really did run like a champ! We weren't perfect. The no perfect cost us an E in Biathalon fancy jumpers because, in the tunnel. A great run except for that part. The no perfect cost us a refusal at the teeter in the Grand Prix finals, no bye for the Nationals. Some sad making, but not really. Because he did the teeter and had a great run, just had to do a drive-by first, because sometimes that's what he does. The not perfect caused him to refusal the poles in Steeplechase Finals and say HOLA! to his pals sitting ringside, but then back into the poles and into 3rd place, so a Steeplechase bye for Nationals. But running so, so good. Just a flaw here and there, but at a dog show like this, one flaw is the difference of win. Not win is how it went for us.
I was really, really happy with how he ran! And me too. I was happy with how I handled, even though I made tiny errors, large enough to keep us off the podium of winners in everything but Steeplechase.
But I noticed many of my friends, tiny errors too. It's what keeps us working hard. Many of my friends, excellent winning and byes! My agility friends, very good at what they do!
Banksy survived. She didn't like sitting in the xpen in the shady hobbit hole I built. Gustavo and Otterpop very much did enjoy this, and had a fan to blow a breeze on them all day long. Banksy thought this was totally stupid and liked laying upside down in her crate in the car and taking many walks. She got very much better at hanging out near agility, sort of! But did a lot of staring, too. So many particles that might, POOF, and blow.
I climbed in the xpen a couple of times and lay down on the cool grass, with the blowy silver walls. Me and Gustavo liked it best in there. Me and him could have stayed in there together for a long, long time. Nobody could find us there and this was an ok thing a few times. If you knew what my sneakers looked like, then maybe you would see them sticking out. But nobody did.
No photos. No time. Even at a dog show, I find my time stretched way too thin these days. At the dog show, it's not a day at work but it's still hard to find the time. Not work for 3 days in a row, but working long days anyways. I still pick dog show, though!
We're ready for the Nationals, though. How Gustavo is running is the best he ever has. He liked the light schedule of just a couple of important runs each day. This was easy for him to understand, to keep his mind there and always try his best. Even if he had to do a drive-by on the teeter. That's just him. He was trying his best. And that makes me very happy. Hooray for Gustavo!
by team small dog at 8:20 PM
25 August 2014
When we were downtown the other day, here are some things that didn't distract Banksy: Buses, the homeless guy with a giant snake, a guy laying on the sidewalk feeding his cat out of a giant tupperware, the lady balancing a big bag on her head, the bad singing mandolin guy, the bad singing guitar guy, the non singing harmonica guy, a guy in full bondage gear pushing a mail cart, numerous yappy yorkies, and numerous grizzled outdoors folk with various dogs and pushable wagons of stuff.
The blowing leaves and shadows, though, now those were distracting.
And Otterpop would like you to know that even though Banksy doesn't get it that Urban Outfitters is totally 90's and is pretty much just a Gap with saucier underpants at this point, she does, and she would never, ever shop there.
There's been a lot of this. Banksy has learned to stay in the group, no leash, no long line. This makes us all very happy. I still grab her if we see deer. And we have now verified, she does look exactly like the local forest coyotes, and so far has not tried to chase a coyote. And I think is now bigger than a coyote at an unofficial 17 3/4" tall.
Currently,and somewhat inexplicably, Gustavo is all super chill agility guy. He gets very little training, him and Ruby are kind of the easy dogs that get my short end of the attention stick right now. At this moment in time and no guarantees of any future moments in time, he is running super fast and not doing anything bizarre. He's all, Table! Poles! Teeters! He had many Q's recently and won shit. Just all, no big. Let's do it. It would be awesome if this trend continues through next weekend's Regional, and even into Nationals, but I am cool if it doesn't.
Because, Gustavo! Hola!
I did get him a fan for his x-pen at the dog show. I think he likes sitting in front of the fan. So he's one of those little fan-dogs now. His little hairs blow in the breeze and he squints his little man eyes and looks very content with his little fan. And we have learned Banksy does best LEFT IN THE CAR at the dog show.
Yeah for reals. Dog shows are VERY EXCITING. What with the dog agility AND blowing leaves and dust specks all in one place. Adding laying around in an x-pen is just too much right now. Baby steps. So car it is.
But can I tell you how awesome she is? She is wild and she is sweet and she is pretty much the bestest puppy I could ever imagine. We are working like heck on the hypervigilant super duper transfixing of eyeballs and brain cells on the dust specks or whatever it is she has to watch all the time. We are Dr. Karen Overall Relaxation Protocalling it. Leaving it. Redirecting and brain remorphing and it's a work in progress. But when she's not staring, holy smokes. Banksy is awesome.
There are stays and jump bumps right now. A LOT of circle work. Focus forward. Super chill grooming and restraining with the dremel on and touching her feet and nail clippers on nails. Nose touches down the stairs. No leash or long line out in the woods anymore. And our good friend Dr. Karen Overall's Relaxation Proclamation many, many times per day. And the rule is, don't bring the waterbowl into your dog bed. Ever. EVER, Banksy!
We did have a week of crate rest after a couple days of dreaded sore shoulder. Shiver my timbers, I hope it doesn't come back. Puppies on crate rest is something everybody should try at least once in your life! Ha! We are hoping that once is all we have to do with that one.
Otterpop is just taken for granted. Can I tell you who is 24/7 by my side and guides the puppy through the sidewalk hordes of day laborers without skipping a beat? Prances by the gutter kids and their pitbulls without a second glance? Shows Banksy how to lay down and just lay there til you're supposed to be done laying there, even if it's in the car repair shop? Has been spotted eating the neighbor's catfood? Was the only one who woke up with me for the earthquake the other night? Otterpop, weirdly, has turned into a super steady, well behaved, rock solid, good dog. Wow. Otterpop may have given up agility, but gets a super big gold star for everything else. Thank you Otterpop.
And Ruby is taking a nap. And gets the most treats. So hi! Hope to see you soon.
by team small dog at 3:41 PM
11 August 2014
Mary, this was Super Lucky because my phone sat at the bottom of the pond for a while and still worked good enough to make this movie. I looked down, and there it was, upside down, on the bottom of the pond. I walked in and picked it up and it worked good enough to take this movie for you. And who doesn't love wet shoes???
Also featuring Banksy's graduation certificate from her dog class. Which probably had something to do with the fact that she did her first ever recall out of the pond! No dragging involved! I just walked away from the pond and called her and she came to me! Wow! Super amazing because this hasn't yet happened at the pond since she has learned how awesome swimming is.
And afterwards, we went over to our special training field and were doing long distance crate games. And this big lab with hackles up came running into our crate games and Banksy was all, oh, hi. I'm busy doing crate games, but thanks for visiting. Then the skateboarding guy with his kelpie came by, and Banksy was all, oh hi. You are pretty awesome but I would rather do crate games then go skateboarding with you! And I had the really good ball which can make crategames sometimes, sticky.
AND, afterwards I found some money on the floor of my car and so I went to the store and got some Boonville Bitehard cider. Have you had this? It makes me think I'm back in Boonville. And the can looks like it was letter pressed. So there was a lot of luck happening this day. Just so you know. Everybody think lucky thoughts for Mary!
by team small dog at 8:08 PM
10 August 2014
Banksy finished up her pet dog training class this weekend, and went to a super fun trick training seminar on Sunday. Both had lots of distractions, many agility dogs and puppies running around doing all kinds of tricks in the seminar, and a small group of pretty quiet older puppies in her training class.
I think she did great! Much room for improvement! Much room for improvement! Much room for improvement! But a lot of focus a lot of the time. Except for when there wasn't. Banksy LOVES going to school, and especially loves doing her homework. She needs very, short little sessions, that's for sure.
Our biggest homework projects right now:
Stays/recalls/focus. Toys! Distractions! Other dogs RUNNING! Dust! Leaves that BLOW! WATER!
Relax for re-learning how to get groomed and how to get nails done. This is a biggie. It is a major sadmaker of wigging out for her right now.
Re-learn to be happy at the vet's office. Another biggie.
Auto redirecting the staring. While relaxing. More relaxing. Chillaxing. Not wigging.
Balancing stuff on her head.
Dog homework is the best. We're going slow. Baby steps. Even though it feels like my puppy is almost grown up!
by team small dog at 8:16 PM
Stays when when there's a creek, a work in progress. Only 3 dogs in this photo, very old skool era pose of team small dog before border collie. Circa 3 months ago. Because you can't see the blur running back and forth underneath the bridge.
There she is. No photoshoot stays in the presence of the creek right now. Water seems to blur her brain cells. I'm still happy to have found a little bit of water at the very bottom of the ravine. There's little bits of water here and there, you just have to look more hard now.
by team small dog at 8:03 PM
In the evening, we walked up the hill and smelled smoke. It's an out of the way place to walk up the hill, that's why I like it there. Up in a little seep zone, by the really long log, there was a burn, all raw and smoky. Burn went up some redwoods, and across the hill. This is in a drought forest, drier than a bone right now, no water anywhere.
There was a fire containment dug in the shape of a flower, looping around everything now black. Logs sawed and somebody had worked hard and fast to get that fire out. Had to have happened earlier in the day. Smelled like smoke. Still looked like smoke. We walked round the dig line and found a burning spot with smoke still going. Didn't look right. Smoke is one thing but stuff still burning, glowing embers cracking through the mulch. That shouldn't be, not in a drought forest just before the sun goes down.
So we all ran down the hill, as fast as we could. Puppy snapped back on a leash and not sure what was going on. I think the other dogs all know already, fire is bad. Grown up dogs get stuff like this. Puppy is just all, Holy Shit of Down the Hill Running Back on Leash Goddamn! We ran all the way down to the car, I threw all the dogs inside, and grabbed all the water I had, and ran back up the hill, tried to drown the fire out with water and some dirt.
It hissed some and I saw some orange go black but it still didn't look right.
So back down the hill, had to find a phone the old fashioned way because our fancy smart phones too dumb to work up there. Smart enough to talk to space, just not smart enough to do it through all the trees. Most of the time this makes me very happy, I like to be where the phone can't find me. Just today I didn't. This may have been a zone of no dogs allowed, so I may have had to hide the dogs under blankets in the car while I waited for the officers and fire guys to come.
Somebody had to be there to show them in. A funny spot in the forest where you have to know which tree to turn at, and follow the smell of smoke to get there. The forest hostess of the fire, the one that knew where the paths were. It's easy to explain this to the dogs, a whistle and a glance does the trick every time. There were cops and fire guys with a big truck and a tank of water and all of them had to find the way in. So by the end of the story, I ran up and down the hill, and over and across the hill quite a few times.
I stayed a while with the guys to learn about the fire and watch them dig and hack it out. I like to learn about stuff like this, how is it going to burn in our forest? One of the guys showed me where he thinks it started, poking around in there, forest detective. Somebody dug a campfire, probably. Dug it into a pit the size of a shoebox, didn't put it out right. Didn't run down to find some water and it smoldered in it's pit and burned up into the trees and across the seep, up a row of ferns and burned right up to a big patch of tinder. Not a big fire but big enough. Being there near the seep saved it from being a disaster. Showed me where it would have headed next, not good.
Living with a drought forest, going to be scary for a while. Scary til we get some rain.
by team small dog at 12:42 PM
08 August 2014
Banksy is almost 6 months old. This is the good kind of stare that we love.
Life with Banksy is a roller coaster. She's smart. She's sweet. She's wild. She is very, very wild. A wild puppy who has learned to escape from the dog run at work. Uh oh.
I am pretty worried about her staring. I try not to be, I try to be chill and redirect her to something else and keep her out of stare zones. But I do worry it will affect her life in a not so good way if she keeps it up like she does. Sometimes it's hard for her to go from Point A to Point B because she has to freakout stare at specks on the ground. Sometimes we have to walk somewhere and the wind might be blowing the specks. It's not good.
Sometimes it's fine, in a lot of places she is a normal, super wild puppy. Sometimes, she's even super calm. Although there is a lot of Yes. She. Is. Wild. If we're in a no staring zone, life is good. The wild, it can be awesome! The training and running and hiking, so fun! I love to be in no staring zones with Banksy. We can have the bestest, most amazing times when there isn't any staring. The forest has hardly any staring. We have been working on meeting more dogs, going to more places. Going places on a leash, going places off a leash. New places to walk, new places to play. In low distraction environments, she's amazing.
Sometimes, though she's not fine. Definitely not fine in a staring zone. Any place with little dusts and specks that flutter and blow and scoot. It gets better, then it gets worse. Another day it might get better. And then another day it might get worse. And some of behaviors are pretty weird, even by border collie standards. If she gets startled, she might not care. Or, she might run through the house to go attack a lamp in the other room. Lamp! Lamp! Lamp! When stuff like that happens I can't find her off switch and it's like her motor is stuck on high. I think it makes her brain burn. Of recent, vets, the dremel, the brush, and the sound of barking have all started to make her brain burn, then start to melt. I don't want her brain to meltdown!
Seeing a Veterinary Behaviorist has been suggested for the staring by a trainer who told me that most people don't have to go out and get a million floor rugs to keep their puppy from staring at dust all the time. That her staring could be a genetic sickness, not just a weirdo border collie thing. I'm a little scared by that. We're really trying to curb it. I am at least. Banksy tries, too. With attention work. Control unleashed ideas. Learning to relax. Using Dr. Karen Overall Relaxation Protocall. Learning self redirecting. Engaging. Crates. I'm working pretty hard here.
Banksy is the best puppy I could have ever hoped for and I just want her to feel happy in her brain.
by team small dog at 7:11 AM
07 August 2014
The dogs like camp pretty much.
Even though it's pony camp, you need dogs around. Wouldn't be a pony camp without the dogs.
They don't mind ponies too much. Usually.
Some of the campers have learned circle work! Girls that like ponies usually really training dogs.
There's a lot of ball throwing. The dogs like balls much more than ponies.
And running. And running. And running! Banksy has been having a camp week this week.
by team small dog at 9:25 PM