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Posted by admin | Posted in Dog Care Tips | Posted on 01-01-2007

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How I trained my dog!

I recently attended a refresher course on the new dog training. This was not really on my agenda, but a few circumstances developed that lead me down this path of re-education. It all started when my wife came home one Saturday afternoon and mentioned that he had found a stray dog loose. She left him in a house of our children. The plan being that they put up signs to try to find the owner because the dog was found in nearby.

I should have known there was something more at stake when he elaborated on how cute and smart this dog was and he hoped the owner could be found soon. We had a dog, Spoofy, and two cats, Blackie and Baby, at the residence. And on any given day adventure is always more than enough.

Spoofy was a stray dog that one of our daughters brought home a stormy night. My daughter has moved on but stayed Spoofy. The two cats who wandered away from the house one day when they were little more than kittens. It was immediately adopted our dog as a surrogate mother, and mother Spoofy have been in the past was delighted.

The two cats think are dogs. They sleep, eat and get in and out of the house with the Spoofy. They come when you whistle, which share table scraps with the dog, the only thing to do is bark. The dog and two cats are inseparable and rarely find them apart. I never really had to be Spoofy, she just did whatever we asked him to do with a few exceptions.

Flash forward about three days and get a call from my wife, who just happened to go through check in our stray dog looking for an owner. She asked if he could take the dog to our house for a while since our daughter was going to leave the city. He thought that it would be easier to have the dog in our home instead of going several times a day to let the dog out while our daughter was in the city.

I should have known then that this was a conspiracy. The daughter, the wife and the dog were all in this together. I was soon to be victim of this unwise plan. My wife probably paid for my daughter to leave the city, but has never been proven.

So according to the "temporary" agreement and my wife and new friend, who was named Tuxcitto now, not long in coming with great fanfare. Tuxcitto was warmly received by Spoofy and nobody likes Spoofy new, especially a dog. Blackie and Baby (the cats) were a little less excited about this arrival. For one thing, he was jumping around like a mad dog, the other was that he and Spoofy seemed to get along just a little too well.

Tuxcito was delighted Obviously, with his new "temporary" home. There was another dog to play and two strange creatures to investigate. Tuxcitto appeared to be a Border Collie. Then I had no idea what made a border collie or the nature of his personality. Little did I know that race, and in particular, Tuxccito, he could run 60 miles per hour, jump over fences 5 feet, could escape any containment, and wanted to play 24 / 7.

The first day, once Tuxcito had explored every corner of our house, we sat down to see exactly what he might know or not know. I told him to sit, stay, lay down, the dead, and he snapped at each command. Hmm, someone has trained this dog. I asked him where he was and Spoofy turned and looked directly at Spoofy, then asked him where Blackie was and then looked at Blackie. Uh Oh, this dog is smarter than a lot of people I know = 8 ~).

Until now it had always had a lease, when took to the streets. So I left, Spoofy, and cats in the backyard. Spoofy fooled around for a while, then checked out the entire back yard, shrub, shrub, tree by tree. All the time running to get strokes from time to time for me and my wife. Everything was fine until he heard a neighbor rummaging in his backyard.

Tuxcito stopped, listening. Then with the speed and agility of a deer, ran straight to the fence and jumped to the right of return. Tuxcito clarified that the five foot fence with room to spare. My wife got up, I jumped up and Spoofy and cats turned to look. About then my neighbor yells over the fence, I see that has a new dog.

My brain cells and finally click I immediately realized two things. Yes, more than likey had a new dog, and that this dog probably gonna drive me crazy. And I was right in both cases as it turned out. But back to Tuxccito and his amazing escape.

Over the next week or so Tuxcito managed to find a way out of all methods of containment are to try. If tied to a pole, took the stake. If tied to a tree, slid down the neck. The only way to prevent the escape was using a belt, seemed fine with that. Every time the door opened and had no Tuxcito in the hand was gone. Through the legs of many visitors and was so fast that I could not grab it.

When going out, he just up and down the streets checking out anything of interest. People, dogs, cats, houses, swim down the bayou (loves water) or whatever. Never caused any problems, but he would not return until I went out and cornered him somewhere. My grandchildren are especially easy targets for providing output.

And, of course, liked to escape just when we were going to go somewhere. So everyone always knew why we were late, and Tuxcito incredible escapes. At first I scold and admonish him every time he reached to bring him back home. After a while I realized that this would not work. I was reinforcing that when ever he came to me (or most of the time they caught him) would get a tongue lashing.

And I remember hearing somewhere that this was one of the main mistakes that people make when trying to correct bad behavior in a dog. So my tip of the day, take Spoofy a walk, and then Tuxcito find us and want to walk with us. As he came slapped me with a strap on it. But it got too old. Sometimes had too many distractions, like riding a bike or neighbors children playing ball. They were much more fun.

Then I began to lead me and is often called him by my side. So every time he came to me I slipped him a treat. After doing this for a week, he escaped again. So I went out and took Spoofy me as bait. Indeed, when I called scampered right, and gave him a taste.

Thus, in the final analysis, Tuxcito has enabled me to give him a treat when I call ~ = 8). But we have to overcome their great escape, now that he will run around the yard until I come to give treatment. What OK, I can live with that. But it shows that positive reinforcement is to use a dog training method much more affective than negative reinforcement or punishment.

About the Author

John Dow owns http://www.freedogtrainingarticles.com, a website that provides free information on dog training. John gets to test this training information daily with his new dog Tuxccito. You can learn more here: http://www.freedogtrainingarticles.com.

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