Everywhere you turn these days, some “celebrity” dog trainer is talking about being the leader of your pack—in other words, the alpha wolf. In fact, just yesterday I was reading an article about a trainer who insisted that you should refrain from acknowledging your dog when returning home from work. Here’s what she had to say ...
“Each time you go in and immediately acknowledge your dog by talking to him or even just making eye contact you have communicated to them your status as pack follower.”
The trainer goes on to suggest that you should stay aloof, much like the alpha wolf would when returning to his pack, for at least five minutes. The result, according to the trainer, is a “well-behaved and well-balanced dog.”
Call me a pushover, but when I see Pritch after a long day’s work and she’s wagging her tail (and her butt) like she hasn’t seen me in a week I’m going to bend over and say “hi.” And, hell, if I’m feeling especially loving I may even look her in the eye when I do it! I highly doubt this occasional doting will lower my status among my pack of one. When it comes to training a hunting dog, much of the pack leader mentality is naturally built into everything we do on a regular basis.
Maybe the above tactics are necessary if you own a dominant pit bull or some other extremely aggressive breed (or if you’re dog knocks you on your rump when you come home), but I’m happy I don’t need to employ them. I don’t know about you but after a grueling day at work there’s nothing better than a dog that greets you like you can do no wrong.
While Pritch’s training is progressing nicely, I’ve noticed a bad habit starting to develop. During our sessions, Pritch will fetch a dummy, come running back, and then often blow right by me like I’m invisible. She usually gets about 10 yards past me before she starts frolicking. In these cases, I reel her in with the check cord but am unsure of the proper way to correct the problem. (To see an example just click on the video.) At its worst, Pritch will make a large half circle on her way back to me, sometimes dropping the dummy and not returning.
For help with the problem I asked a professional trainer, Pamela Owen Kadlec, author of Retriever Training for Spaniels and owner of Just Ducky Kennel in Edgefield, S.C. Here’s what she had to say:
“This is a common problem and one that is fairly easily resolved with some repetitions. I teach the obedience separate from the retrieves in these cases and enforce 'Here' more than any other command.
"Using the check cord, take her on walks and command 'Here' at random times. Keep her in check cord range so you always have control. While she is heading off in one direction you change directions and give a tug on the check cord. When she comes running, tell her 'Good Here' and give her an ear rub. Release her and go off walking again. Repeat this exercise until she starts to focus on where you are not the other way around.
"When you return from your walk, toss her bumper a few yards, keeping the end of the check cord in hand. As she comes back, side step and do whatever you need to do to block her from running past you. Don't worry right now about her dropping the bumper, just getting her to come when called. If she insists on avoiding coming in give her a tug on the check cord. If needed you may need to pick her up by the scruff of her neck, lift her completely off the ground, make eye contact and tell her, 'Here'. Set her down and still holding the check cord, back up giving her short tugs on the check cord, say 'Here' and when she comes in, say 'Good Here' and praise her.
"Toss another bumper and try again. Only do this until she comes in one time, with or without the bumper.”
What struck most about Kadlec’s advice was something I continually forget—THE BASICS! I can’t expect a perfect retrieve if I haven’t nailed down the “Come” or “Here” command. Sure I’ve worked on it, but like many, I’d rather be working on the real fun stuff. Now I know better. If you have any other suggestions please feel free to join in the discussion.
By now readers of this blog know the challenges I face: I’m an amateur trainer based in suburbia with a full-time job. It’s probably not unlike the difficulties many of you confront. But lately I’ve noticed another hurdle Pritch and I need to clear on our way to reliable gun dog status—my wife. Now, don’t get me wrong. This is not a wife rant. My finest catch to this day is my wonderful bride, Jenny, but I’m starting to think Pritchard feels the same way.
Jenny (pictured above with Pritch) works from home. So she and Pritch spend most of the day together. Jenny is wonderful around animals (hell, she puts up with me), and she spends time during the day working on the basic commands with Pritch. And the truth is, Pritch heels better with Jenny than me. And Jenny has a much better read of the pup’s attitude. But it’s especially noticeable during training sessions when my wife comes to watch, and Pritch, on occasion, brings the dummies back to her instead of me. On the other hand, I cringe when I see Jenny playing an “unsanctioned” game of fetch with the pup.
Makes me think of a quote from James Lamb Free’s book: “If you’re going to train the youngster quickly and easily, you want to deliberately make a one-man dog of him…You want to be his one and only hero.”
So, here’s the question: Do you impair a gun dog’s potential if you’re not the only master? I could see some truth there, but the way I look at it I’ve got one option—get Jenny to join us in the dove fields and on duck hunts.
As I start the long journey forward with Pritch I often find myself thinking about dogs past. There was Flapper, a mutt that truly defined the term "mash-up," but it was Salty Dog, a yellow Labrador with middling retriever skills, that provided the bulk of the memories—some of which are now legend in my family.
When I was 14 and Salty was just over a year old, he developed a bad habit. He would often bolt from the yard in the middle of a training session and not return until the following day. They were anxious times, and no matter how hard I tried to control him I couldn’t. Our vet suggested that neutering Salty would curb the problem. Since we had no intention of breeding him we figured it was best for all involved. But a few weeks after the big snip, I was working with Salty in the front yard when he took off for the hinterlands. I went running after him, but my teenage legs were no match. As usual, my mom and I piled in the car and went looking for Salty. And as usual, we had no luck. Back at home, there was a message from the vet on the answering machine. (This was long before cell phones.) Turns out Salty had shown up outside his office door—a 2-mile trip that involved traversing a busy road—slobbering on the glass until they invited him in.
We picked Salty up and returned home. But a few days later he hightailed it yet again…and about an hour later the vet called. Salty was sitting in the waiting room. The next week, same scenario. This time my dad drove me to the vet’s office. On the way home, I asked my dad why the dog would be so intent on running to the vet’s office when most dog’s hated going. With a bit of hesitation, my old man answered, “Maybe he’s looking for his nuts.”
Maybe he was, because until we installed an electric fence Salty would often take a jog to the vet’s office. And every time I went to retrieve him I thought, who can blame him?
I can’t imagine youth or adulthood without a dog, if not only for the companionship but for the adventures and stories that come with it. I’m sure you all have some canine tales. Feel free to share.
You don’t have to be in the training game long to know that every day is a new one. Recently, we drove to my older brother’s house in rural South Carolina to train Pritchard. Our first mission would entail land retrieves in a big horse pasture. We set up so Pritch would have to cross a slight draw on her way to the dummy.
I’ll be the first to admit, I was excited to show off my pup’s talents (and, of course, my training skills) to my brother, who swears that no breed can outdo a Labrador or Golden Retriever.
When the dummy hit the grass, I set Pritch off and she tore through the field. But halfway to the dummy she stopped dead in her tracks…and started rolling in a pile of day-old horse crap. And she continued to roll, in pure bliss, until I pulled her off of the pile. We tried a few more retrieves, shorter and easier, but the call of the horse poop (this was a horse pasture, after all) was too much for my pup—and proof that exposing your pup to a variety of situations is part of the training process. Needless to say, I spent dinner taking my fair share of good-hearted sh*t.
The next day we moved to a local farm pond, and we brought along my brother’s Golden Retriever, Maggie. We backed the truck up to the pond, left Pritch in her kennel so she could see the action, and then worked Maggie for a bit. When we pulled Pritch out of the kennel she was on fire. She was charging after the dummy and hitting the water with a crash. When we moved to an area of the pond with some downed timber she had no problem swimming through it and crossing over floating logs. Finally, we tossed a dummy on the other side of a small finger of land that jutted out into the pond. Without hesitation, Pritch made the retrieve, crossing the finger both ways, and never losing sight of the mission.
When she returned with the dummy we were all hooting and hollering on the bank. And Pritch was prancing around like a field trial champ.
“That’s my dog!” I said, without the slightest recollection of the day before.
Before I brought Pritch home a few months ago I hardly knew anything about clicker training. As I’ve mentioned, I had been out of the game for some years and many of my early mentors were devoted to old-school training methods. So yesterday morning I watched with interest when clicker-guru Karen Pryor was introduced on “Good Morning America” to give a demonstration and shill for her new book, Reaching the Animal Mind: Clicker Training and What It Teaches Us About All Animals.
I’ve done some research and understand the basics of the method, but for those of you who haven’t, here is what the publisher of the book has to say:
“Karen [Pryor] can teach anyone to train animals with a cheap, plastic, handheld clicker, rewarding wanted behaviors—click!—and ignoring the unwanted. No leash-jerking. No pushing. No smacking. Animals quickly learn that one behavior gets them a reinforcing click and a bit of food, and undesirable behaviors get them, well, nothing at all. Given the choice, animals quickly focus on what works and abandon what doesn’t.”
I will also say that Pryor seems to be a self-promotion savant, as she has cornered the market on anything clicker. Want to train your parrot? Get a clicker. Want to train your rat? (I’m not making this up.) Get a clicker. There’s even a book called Positive Gun Dogs (though not written by Pryor) about clicker training. And while I love the idea of force-free training, especially with a spaniel, I just can’t seem to wrap my head around this method in a hunting situation.
So, herewith the Hump Day Discussion, my question is this: Is there a serious place for clicker training with gun dogs? Does a clicker do what a whistle can’t? Don’t hold back gang. Good or bad, let’s hear your thoughts.
Taking a pup for its first swim is one of my favorite moments of raising a water dog. I’ve been lucky that my pups showed nothing more than a mild hesitation when it came to the first dip, but that’s not always the case. A few readers of the blog have asked for the basics of teaching a dog to swim. As I’ve said before, I’m no pro but here’s what I’ve learned from the pros.
Find a shallow pond with a sloping, sandy bottom. And be sure the water is 60 degrees or warmer. With your pup on the shore, start wading into the pond, gently coaxing her to follow you. Whatever you do, don’t force or drag your pup in the water. If you need a bribe, bring a puppy treat.
If, after repeated tries, your dog won’t take the plunge, it’s time for a break. Try the same process the following day. If you’re still having trouble, find a large puddle or some such that allows your dog to literally get its feet wet but not have to swim. And work your way back to the pond. Sometimes a non-swimmer can be encouraged by another dog or pup that likes the water. When your pup sees the frolicking going on in the pond it’s hard to resist not joining in.
Remember, all pups move at different speeds. Never toss your pup in the water or drag her by a leash. This will pretty much guarantee that your dog remains a landlubber.
The attached video was taken some weeks back during Pritch’s first swim. I could have chosen a more gentle-sloping pond, but otherwise we were successful. You’ll note that I used a puppy treat to get her wet. (I’m not above bribes.) And just a few minutes after this first swim she made her first short (very short) water retrieve.
Take it slow and easy and chances are your pup will become a water dog. If anyone else has some advice for those who can’t get their dog to swim let’s hear it.
I was a fisherman long before I became a hunter. And I still spend a large majority of my free time in a boat on the coastal waters. No surprise that when I was a kid my first pooch was a yellow Lab named Salty Dog. We spent our summers in a jonboat exploring the waterways around Savannah, Georgia. And that’s exactly what I want out of Pritchard. I want her to be as comfortable in a boat as she is in field.
That’s one of the reasons I chose a Boykin spaniel. Besides their love of water, their smaller size makes them a perfect companion for my center console boat—not to mention the duck boats we’ll be in this winter. There’s only one slight problem: whenever Pritch is in the boat she wants to jump out of it. Not in the get-me-off-this-thing sense, but more like “Please let me go for a swim! Now!”
So, I’m working on breaking that habit, and I take her out whenever I’m sure it won’t be too rough. At first I backed off barking too many commands as I wanted her to become totally comfortable, but we’re now working on better control in the boat. If you have any advice or just some good dog-boat stories I’m all ears.
And one other thing, it feels damn good to have a dog in the boat again.
There’s dog news out of Europe this week that might even get David E. Petzal and the Gun Nut crew excited. According to various news reports, a woman walking her dog off a leash in Erkrath, Germany, was shocked to see the pooch come trotting back to her with a rusty hand grenade in its mouth. She immediately ordered the dog to drop it. (Talk about an explosive situation.) The dog followed orders, and the woman notified authorities. The grenade, identified as an American ordinance from World War II, was still live but was later defused by bomb experts.
All of which makes for this week's Hump Day Discussion: What’s the strangest thing your dog has ever dragged home or dropped at your feet?
Just yesterday while working Pritch in a grass lot she passed up her dummy in favor of a sparerib bone that she took great joy in bringing back to me. Who can blame her? And last week, while she was nosing around the back yard she managed to uncover a large rusty nail that looked to be about 100 years old. Thankfully, we pulled the nail from her before she decided to sample it. And in my youth, I remember my yellow lab, Salty, bringing back a fish I had “released” in the surf.
No grenades for my dogs, but I’m sure you all have some good stories about what your pooches have brought home. Let’s hear them.
2. Get a new hunting pup and everyone you know will recommend a must-read training book.
As an avid reader, I was happy to get the recommendations. My brother, who introduced me to field trials and hunting dogs when I was a kid, thinks that Training Your Retriever by the late James Lamb Free is still the classic work in the field. Free’s book is certainly old school. He suggests not starting your pup on training until she is 1 year old (the only notion even my brother disagrees with), and scoffs at the idea of a dog living anywhere but 4-foot-by-23-foot kennel. Seems most trainers either love or hate Mr. Free’s book.
A fellow outdoor writer swears by The 10-Minute Retreiver by John and Amy Dahl. It’s a very good book, and I’ve found it helpful. But if you think you’re looking to get away with only 10 minutes a day in this game, you might need to buy yourself a cat.
A few friends claimed the only book to read was Water Dog by the late Richard Wolters. It’s another older book with some very solid info. Wolters quickly debunks the myth that a dog owner should wait a year before training a pup. (He insists on starting at 7 weeks.) I found the book a touch preachy in parts, but there’s no question Wolters was a maestro when it came to dog training.
My favorite, however, is a book that’s as much a pleasure to read on a cold night by the fire as it is informative—Hey Pup, Fetch It Up by the late Bill Tarrant. As the Field & Stream gun dog columnist for many years, Tarrant entertained and taught millions of dog owners. His book, while sometimes rambling, always comes back to one main point: You have to love the dog…and think like a dog to get her to do what you want.
Anyone have a favorite from the above list? Or know of one I left out? Let’s hear it.