Friday, November 27, 2015

Dog Park Etiquette

Dog Park Etiquette

We took the dogs to the dog park today.  It was the first time Rusty had ever been.  She is our 9 year old Queensland Cross.  Buster and I have been many times.  This park was no stranger to us. Buster can be aggressive.  He can also have fun.  There are things that influence his behavior.  I am not claiming to be a dog behavior specialist, but I see actions by others at the dog park and I wonder if there isn't a better way.  

At the entrance to the dog park there is a space provided with two gates - one to the outside world and one to the dog park.  I've always thought of this place as the "Changing Room".  Take the leash off here and get ready to play.  Most dogs are aggressive to others dogs if there is a fence between them.  Once we enter we do not hang around the entrance.  Buster and I don't want to start the adventure by facing off a dog on the other side of the fence.  Today there were several dog owners who, once they entered the park, just hung around the gate.  Sure, I suppose my dog should be social enough to tolerate this, but he is not.

Buster and I got in the park and moved away from the gate quickly.  We kept moving as is our practice and Buster carried on with the fun.  The fence around the dog park is chain link.  It is bordered on one side by a people park.  Standing on the other side of the fence was a man with his unleashed puppy.  The puppy was bouncing around playfully.  He would have loved to come in and play, but the man and dog stayed outside.  Buster saw the dog bouncing around on the other side of the fence and got excited.  The energy escalated and, as much as I tried to get Buster moving, he was captivated by the puppy through the fence.  Their energy brought an inquisitive German Shepard who thought he was in charge and he and Buster got into it.  

Buster has an overdrive gear and when he is in it, it takes awhile for him to calm down.  I grabbed him from fighting with the Shepard and we went to the corner of the park.  It was quiet and Buster got his mind back.  After about 10 minutes my wife suggested I put on Buster's Gentle leader and walk him around.  I'm not a big fan of having a dog on a lead inside a leash-free zone, but I thought it would keep Buster in check.  The leader has somewhat of a muzzle effect.  

We left the park for the truck where I kept the Leader but when we tried to return one man had parked his ass and Rhodesian Ridgeback at one gate and two gals were busy with Golden Retrievers chatting away at the other.   Needless to say, it was just easier to leave.  Rusty wasn't having much fun in the park by herself.  Unaccustomed to other dogs her focus was on us outside the park.  We had a nice walk in the neighborhood and then headed home.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Buster the Ranch Dog

We had an opportunity to head north with the horses over the Memorial day weekend.  We were part of a meet-up group of horsemen and women.  We got to take our dogs.  The one rule was they were not allowed in the houses, but everything else was okay.

Riding on the Bar SZ Ranch
How did Buster do?  Well, for the most part, not bad.  When we went on trail rides he came along.  He is a very good trail dog.  He wanders around and explores, but he keeps an I on us.  I was a little worried he would find a snake.  We did see one over the weekend.  I think it was a gopher snake.

Around the ranch when we were trying to visit, he was a bit of a pain.  He has no manners and a very good nose for food.  Turned loose he would hunt for food.

He got along with the other dogs there as long as he was off leash.  Some people had their dog on a leash.  If Buster approached and they pulled back on their leash, Buster would immediately show aggression.  Same dog, off leash, they would smell each other, and go off chase each other.

Buster was exposed to goats wandering around the property.  The goats would get some of the fruit rinds and peels left form the meals.  One morning I took them out to the goats, Buster trailing along.  I dropped the fruit, Buster stuck his nose in to grab a bite and the goat head butted him.  He jumped back and looked up to me as if to ask, "Is that legal?"

Buster slept in his kennel in the back of the truck.  He was quiet all night.  When I was off cleaning horse pens he would wander around the ranch house occasionally checking in, but mostly playing with the other dogs.  When I would give him a whistle, he would turn and look at me.  If I had a leash or lead rope in my hand, he turned and ran in the other direction.  The little turd knew when I was going to tie him up.  "Not while I'm having fun you're not!"

Monday and Tuesday morning were the most fun for all of us.  Most of the other dogs had left and I was relaxing a bit more.  We had a couple of nice rides and Buster got to relax off-leash with some of the dogs around the ranch house.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Busy Busy Buster

Busy Busy Buster

I realize it's been quite sometime since our last update.  I've had quite a busy schedule.  And, one thing I've learned about trying to take your dog everywhere with you - it's takes almost twice as long to do everything.

Going to the store:  Walk Buster to the truck after making sure he doesn't need a potty break.  In the parking lot, putting him in the back of the truck. Shopping.  Come back to the truck, place Buster in the back.  At home, Buster gets out first, then...well you get the idea.

Size - Growing Boy

Buster is over 60 lbs now.  His appetite has stabilized at 2 cups of Blue Buffalo in the morning and 2 cups in the evening.  He is much taller than Rusty as you can see in the picture.  He still loves horse manure judging from the luscious green color of his poops.


According to the Nike tracking app on my phone we walk over 35 miles each month.  We are already over that for April.  I don't keep track of every step we take either. Buster tolerates walking, but I don't think he is a big fan.  He generally is looking all over the place, which brings us to...


Buster has a sit and a down.  His heel is whatever he may feel like.  As long as he doesn't pull me around, I kind of tolerate that.  Oh, and he can pull!  This is much different from other dogs I've owned.  I usually wouldn't tolerate such insubordination.  I've realized over the last couple of months however that Buster just needs constant reinforcement.  Trying to force him into a regimental training program just isn't going to work.  For the most part he wants to be a good dog, it's just that sometimes he has too much puppy energy juice flowing through him and it carries him right away.

We've done a little dock diving.  He loves going in the water, but he has yet to consistently "jump" in.  I think this would be a great sport for him.  We will continue to work on this and see if he can get the hang of it.


We've been to the dog parks in and around Bakersfield over the last couple of weeks.  One had a lot of dog traffic, one only had a little, and the third had no one else around.  Buster is not quite sure what to make of the other dogs.  We'll keep working on this too.

The people downtown know him well.  People see us on almost a daily basis.  They've seen Buster grow up.  I had to start asking people to make Buster sit before they touch him.  Most do, some don't.  It was getting to the point where if Buster saw someone he thought he recognized he would just pull me over to them.  We've managed to get this behavior under control.

Buster is great on the trail with the horses.  He follows along well and has good stamina.  At our usual restaurant stop, he rests quietly while we enjoy a meal or conversation.  We still buy him a burger before heading back to the stables.  Most definitely his favorite part.

I do get concerned about his lack of concern for the horses.  I'm not sure how to make him understand that all horses aren't as friendly as ours.  This might be something he will learn the hard way.  I took him over to a friend's house to help her with her horse training.  She had a little mule there too.  The mule put Buster in his place.

Buster Brown the Clown

He still makes us laugh on a daily basis.  He is totally uninhibited and truly a free spirit.  He has learned to deal with the cats.  He still sleeps in his crate until 6:15.  He can go 90 miles per hour or be a couch potato.

He is still hard on Rusty.  Rusty is a tough old girl and refuses to back down.  Buster will steal Rusty's rubber ball and run circles around her until she pretends to give up.  She looks disinterested, he drops the ball, THEN she steals it back. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Riding on the River

Buster is better on the lead with the horse
than he is with me walking on the ground.
Buster is a little more than 5 months old now.  He has done exceptionally well off lead and we feel comfortable riding along the river with him.  There are a few places we have to cross traffic and I have a 15' line I attach to his collar.  Buster is not the most attentive when his nose picks up one thing and his ears hear me calling his name.  While we continue to work on this, I think this might just be a personality trait he may never out grow.

The Kern doesn't have a lot of water running this time of year.  We did find one place he could take a swim and cool off.  The temperature was in the mid-70's and he was getting hot.  We took the horses in first, then I hear this big "BLOP" behind me.  Buster must have jumped in!  When I looked back, he was completely under water.  His head came bobbing back to the surface and he swam right past us.  Then he swam to the horse.  I really didn't want him pawing at the horse in the water, so we turned around and headed for shore.  Buster was close behind with what looked like a big smile on his face.

Buster was not sure who to keep an eye on!
We rode out to Ethel's and had the usual.  Buster got a plain bun with his patty.  On the way back we were able to cross at a different place and got a picture or two with the cheap pocket camera.  Buster was having a good time splashing around.

We ran into a few other riders with dogs on the trail.  Buster handled every thing fairly well.  He really just wants to play.  It's nice because all the other dogs are quite used to this and they are very good at teaching Buster the correct social protocol.

Buster sleeps incredibly well after these outings.  Not only did he sleep well Sunday night, but he took some time Monday catching up on some zzz's.  The boy knows how to have fun!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

A Day(s) on the Beach

The Five Day Weekend 

We have had quite the week with Buster being exposed to a whole host of new experiences and environments.  And, we discovered traveling with a dog can be quite a chore.

Last Thursday we were invited to Ojai Valley Cowboy School to do a remote podcast for our show, The Whoa Podcast about Horses and Horsemanship.  We knew it would be a long day.  Our choices: leave Buster alone in the yard or locked in his crate.  There is just too much trouble he can get into if left alone to roam free for ten hours.  We opted to take him with us.

Buster is a wonderful traveler.  Once in the truck he curls up and goes to sleep.  The trip to Ojai is about two hours.  He slept the whole way.  The Cowboy School is a ranch and all ranches have dogs.  I let Buster out and he soon discovered he was not "Top" anything.  Ranae and I took this as a good thing.  The other dogs played and showed him a good time.  And, when he got too rambunctious, they put him in his place.  I did have to crate him for a time while I rode.  We couldn't have him chasing the horse around and that's just what he would have done.  I offered him the opportunity to be tied to the outside of the arena, but he chose to bark and left me no choice.

Once the riding events were over we let him out and he was a good dog.  I was worried about the food - there were hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill.  We kept a watchful eye on him because he would have definitely helped himself to some goodies.

He slept most of the way home and on Friday we headed off again for a weekend in San Diego. Wonderfully, the trip down was great. Buster slept for about three hours until we got to the town of Norco.  We found a place to eat with a patio, walked around a bit, and then finished the ninety minute trip to our hotel.  La Quinta Inns does not charge for pets.  I was a little concerned when they were only rated two stars on the website, but our room was clean, breakfast was good, and we were pleasantly surprised.  We had two crates with us, the travel crate and the sleeping crate.  We move the sleeping crate to the room and kept the travel crate to contain Buster when we went to a restaurant that didn't accommodate dogs.

We visited my brothers staying at an RV park.  Buster was well rested and eager to check things out.  People were excited to meet him and he fed off that excitement. We were recommended a few dog parks and told of a dog beach.  We could not wait to give it a try.  

Two dogs playing chase and roll.
Saturday morning we found Dusty Roads Dog Park.  I've never been to a dog park.  Buster had never been to a dog park.  It was time to let nature take its course and see what happened.  

All the years I've owned dogs I had never observed this type of behavior.  Plenty of times I had seen dogs interact on-lead or loose out in the open.  This was a self-contained dog play area.  The dogs who regularly come here, come specifically to play.  New dogs are greeted, it seemed to me, with a very stern eye that conveyed the notion, "You will have fun...or else".  

Buster was greeted with a couple of dogs in his face and was a little intimidated at first.  There were far too many good smells for him to comprehend.  He interacted with a few of the dogs and played a game or two of chase.  He discovered on his own that one does not just take any dog's ball without a good romp and a run.  He played with dogs bigger than he and some of the smaller ones too (although there was a separate penned area for the dogs under 20 lbs.)  He kept me in eyesight and if I wandered too far off, he would come over and check in with me.

Dog Beach San Diego
Once I knew he was good in the fenced area we set out to see what delights the dog beach held for us. We found we had parked about half a mile away.  Ranae and I enjoy walking and this was the fun part for us. 

This was an amazing place!  There were dogs everywhere! Some dogs wanted in the water, some did not.  Buster was not too sure what to think at first.  Again, the smells were overwhelming, but there were dogs, there were balls and Frisbees being thrown, and there were waves to dodge.

Buster did an excellent job of balancing having fun and keeping track of where we were.  It was hard to even take pictures of him because every time I squatted to get a "dog level" shot he would come running to me.

Finally, he went tearing through the waves with a new-found friend.  He got a real kick out of splashing water around.  He's too new to the game to come back to us before shaking the water off, but I'm sure if given time and opportunity, he would pick this up in a heartbeat.

It was wonderful seeing him run.  The boy does know how to have a good time.  We went to another dog park the following day.  I have to hand it to San Diego.  They know how to treat their dogs.  In all the time we spent around the loose dogs - around three hours I would guess - there was not one fight incident.  There were pit bulls and Rottweilers and some other intimidating breeds, but nothing ever escalated passed a bit of barking.

Surf's Up!
On Sunday while grocery shopping we ran across a pet store.  Knowing we could take Buster inside we decided to do a bit of window shopping.  As luck would have it, there was a scale inside.  Buster is up to 42 lbs.  Oh, and I should mention that he was off his feed on the trip.  He usually scarfs down about 5 cups of food a day.  Friday he had three, Saturday I don't think he ate 2 1/2 cups.  And, with his appetite off schedule, his poops were too.  He woke me up at five in the morning for a walkabout.  We had a talk.  I tried to convey that this was a vacation and the goal was to sleep in.  After a day at the dog beach I think he finally got the hang of it.  I'm not sure what was going on.  His appetite is back to normal now that he's home.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Working on the "HEEL"

I've been thinking about the "HEEL" lately.  It's got me confused so it's no surprise that Buster is confused.  A couple of things to set up this post.  Most importantly is the habit Buster had for his first four months.  He would be inside and we would take him outside as part of his housebreaking training.  At work, he would be inside for a couple of hours and I knew he needed a bathroom break. I would take him outside on the leash.  We would go to one of several designated spots and I would give the command "POTTY" and he would go.  I insisted he walk on the left, but I didn't give him the "HEEL" command.  We were working on housebreaking, not heeling.

Now he has much better bladder control.  After a couple of hours I'm sure he needs a comfort break, it's just not as urgent.  I've been somewhat ambivalent about giving him the "HEEL" command as we exit the building because I've been using it as a bathroom break.  I think I have to change that.  Buster needs a more clearly defined concept of the command.

Another mistake I noticed I was making was during the heel.  If Buster lagged behind, I would encourage him to catch up by saying "C'mon" instead of  reiterating the command.  If he is going to learn what the heel is supposed to be, it's only going to happen if I clearly define the command.

Today I took him out and allowed myself two words, "HEEL" and "POTTY".  I tried to use his name before "HEEL" because I remember reading that you should call his name before a command that requires movement.  If he stopped to smell, I gave the command "POTTY" a five count, if he did not go he got "Buster, HEEL" and we moved on.  I caught myself using "C'mon" a couple of times, but overall he did a much better job of keeping up.

Looking ahead, the next problem I'll need to solve is lunging forward.  If he sees someone or something ahead, he just throws himself at it.  Right now I'm giving him the "HEEL" command once again and we'll see how this works out.

Half way through the day today I loaded the Nike running app on my phone.  We recorded two miles.  Like I said that was about half.

Monday, January 12, 2015

There's No Place for Frustration in Puppy Training...

...But Shit Happens

This would not be a very valuable training puppy blog if it were all champagne bubbles and caviar dreams.  Today was just a roller coaster day as Buster did some things fantastically and then drove me absolutely batty with the inexplicable.

I had an early appointment with a guest on the East Coast.  I was up at 5 am, got everyone fed and even had time to play with everyone a little. Buster and I headed for the office. We arrived early enough for a walk and insure that Buster had the opportunity to take care of business.  He happily availed himself of the opportunity.  Back at the office he was a little noisy as we conducted a recorded interview, but five minutes in he was sound asleep in the corner of my office.

Afterward we went for a brief walk and I got another 90 minutes of work completed before he was up.  We had a walk planned for noon. It was 11:15.  Okay, let's just walk.  We walked for 45 minutes and met my wife for lunch.

Buster is interacting with most people in a much more positive way.  He met up with several people who see us walking and stop to say 'hi'.  I have not quite figured out what makes him leery of a person.  There were a couple of people we ran into that he just did not want to approach.  One group had five people in it with a women squealing to say hello.  Buster seem confused, but tolerant.  When the waiter quietly and calmly brought our food out to the patio, Buster barked at him.  There just doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to his reactions.

The afternoon was spent editing.  We got back at 1:30 and Buster slept until 3:45.  But, then he was up.  He paced from room to room, grabbing this toy then that.  He tried chewing on a the file cabinet, then the chair leg, then got tangled in an electrical cord.  I got the message.  My day was over.  I packed and we headed home.

The power was out when we got home but I had a few chores I needed to get done outside while Buster and Rusty burned off some energy.  I was getting my stuff done when I look in the direction of one of our mulberry trees.  There was Buster digging a hole in a spot I had caught him digging a few days ago.  I had filled the whole with dog poop thinking that might discourage him.  No such luck.

I grabbed his leash, lead him over to the hole.  I pounded the hole with my fist while yelling "NO, NO, NO".  I had done this same procedure the first time he dug here.  I let him loose and he looked remorseful for about 30 seconds then bounded off to play with Rusty.  I felt that I had caught him in the act and let him know I disapproved, so what he did afterward was out of my control. I refilled the hole with dirt and smoothed it over.

Twenty minutes later Buster is back at the same spot digging.  Well, this time I lost my cool.  I hooked the leash on him again and this time we hustled over to the hole.  I made him lower his head as I pounded the ground (I don't believe in striking the dog, just the object of his obsession).  After three good whacks of the ground, I scooped him up and put him in his kennel for a time out that lasted 20 minutes.

Somehow I think this digging thing is going to be a big problem for him.