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First, a pop quiz!

1. Your wild and crazy puppy, Sophie, has settled down in her bed, finally giving you the chance to crack open515jiSRVCrL._SL500_AA300_ Edie Jarolim’s Am I Boring My Dog?which you have been dying to read. You

a) Ignore her.
b) Wake her up to be sure she’s really just sleeping and not in a coma.
c) Slip her a liver bit and quietly coo, “What a gooooood girl.”

2. You’re out for an off-leash walk with Chester. Every once in a while he bounds back to you, kinda like he’s ‘checking in.’ You

a) Don’t notice because you’re playing Bejeweled on your iPhone as you shuffle along.
b) Shoo him away because he bumped into you.
c) Thank Chester for checking in and give him the liver bit you’re carrying in your hand.

3. You’re taking Lacey for a leash walk around the neighborhood, which you hate to do because she pulls on her leash. For a moment Lacey walks next to you on a slack leash. Youimages-5

a) Trip over the leash.
b) Pull Lacey’s leash taut because that’s what you’ve seen on TV.
c) Say, “Goooood giiiirrrrl!” and give Lacy a piece of bison jerky from the treat pouch you’re carrying.

Answer key:

     If you answered ‘a’ or’ b’ more than once—-Turn off the TV! Kick your cell phone under the bed! Pay attention to your dog! And, read the rest of this post!

     If you answered ‘c’ every time—-Skip the rest of this post and keep on committing random acts of positive reinforcement!

     Sometimes our dogs just do wonderful things. They surprise us with their goodness. Sometimes when we’re on an off-leash hike, Sadie sidles next to me and we walk along together. If we could walk hand-in-paw, we would. That’s how sweet it feels. Sometimes my not-so-cuddly girl lays her head on my knee (swoon).

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     One of the best lessons reward-based dog training has taught me is to pay attention! Be vigilant for unexpected displays of welcome behavior—no matter how small! And don’t miss the opportunity to positively reinforce them. Immediately and generously. Yes, even if it means keeping treats handy, assuming your dog is into treats. Not all are. Some love an ear scritch and praise. Whatever makes your dog tail waggin’ happy.

     And, now for a word of caution: This is not as easy as it sounds. Think about it. What do we really pay attention to whether with our dogs, our kids, our mates, or whoever? We typically attend to what’s wrong. Like images-6predator drones our minds seem to naturally seek out and lock onto the dirty dishes Sally promised to clean up and didn’t, or Samson barking at who knows what.

     Instead, practice this: Ignore that stuff—the dishes, the barking. I know. It’s not easy when there is so much wrong in the world and it feels like it’s all on your shoulders! It’s not fair. You’re not Atlas after all.

     Rather, try this: Sally doesn’t clean up the spaghetti-encrusted dishes, but she does wipe the table! “Hey, Sally, thanks for cleaning the table!”

     Samson has to take a breather, no dog barks all the time unless he’s truly distressed, and even then, sooner or later he’ll tire out. “Goooood booooy! Here’s a bite of your favorite salmon jerky.”

     Remember: Behavior—ours, our dog’s, and everyone else’s–is driven by it’s consequences. Behavior that’s positively reinforcedrewarded—is more likely to be repeated. So brighten your day, get out there and commit random acts of positive reinforcement. You’ll be glad you did, and your dog will love you for it.

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Everything written here is true. The first part happened in the real world. The second part played out in the other real world, my mind.

Ron the guy and Jake the dog squared off. Wagging forefinger vs. growling snout. Man vs. miniature poodle. On the pink silk sofa in Sally’s living room.

I was dog and house-sitting for Sally whose home looks like it sprang from the pages of Architectural Digest. I wanted to return it to her the way I’d found it, not looking like a candidate for Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. images-6But, the testosterone tsunami Ron and Jake were stirring up threatened to sweep away that wish like so much flotsam.

I first met Ron, a friend of my husband’s, when my youthful, radical feminist consciousness was in full, take-no-prisoners blossom. It was a time when I would rather have torn out an uppity man’s liver and slurped it down with a fine Chianti than put up with even a whiff of macho posturing. It’s a wonder Ron and his liver are still attached to each other.

I was all about taking back the night for women. Ron was all about, well, taking women. When Ron puffed up with masculine bravado he expanded like rising bread dough, filling entire rooms, bulging out of windows and doors. Like a baker punches her dough down to size, I delighted in knocking the hot air out Ron’s hubris.

But that was then. I’ve moved on and over the decades Ron has mellowed. We hardly argue about women’s issues anymore.

No. Today we have a new topic that we can barely touch without unleashing a torrent. Cesar Millan. People either love Cesar or they don’t. Ron does. I don’t.

So when Jake, my friend’s miniature poodle and Sadie’s playmate, growled at Ron for trying to pry the red rubber ball from Jake’s mouth, Ron went all Cesar on poor Jake.

jake-finger_1 “Noooo. Nooooo. Yooou give meeeee that ball!” Ron snarked back at Jake, staring into Jake’s eyes within an inch of his snout and shaking his finger at him.

“Why should Jake give you his ball, Ron?” I asked.

“Because I said so. I’m the human. Jake’s trying to be dominant and I’m going to teach him he can’t do that!”

“You’ve got to be f—ing kidding me! This is Jake’s house. Jake’s couch. Jake’s ball. Jake’s never seen you before and he’ll probably never see you again, and YOU think Jake should give YOU his prized possession because you’re a bloody HUMAN? Are you out of your mind?”

The contest escalated. The more Ron insisted Jake give him the ball, the louder Jake growled. Then, Jake upped the ante. He pulled back his lips in an impressive snarl, his glistening canines poised to amputate Ron’s frantically wagging finger. Jake weighs only twenty pounds but he can puff himself like some weird hybrid of a hot air balloon meets Jaws.

I took my good slow time sauntering to the couch, half fearing an imminent thunder burst of blood and half hoping Jake would follow through on his threat.

“Drop the ball, Jake,” I said as nonchalantly as I would ask someone to pass the salt. Jake looked at me and dropped the ball into my hand. Better than liver and a fine Chianti.

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Winner #!: Ashley and Prudence won the Chicken Bits and Bison Biscotti

Giveaway 1: Bison Biscotti & Chicken Bits

Giveaway 1: Bison Biscotti & Chicken Bits

Prudence is the lucky pooch and she blogs too! She barked posts for “Be the Change” on her blog— Of Cow Tails and Chew Toys: Straight from the dogs. And her blog was nominated for the “2010 Brodies” for excellence in petblogging. Go Prudence! Here’s her profile:

 

Hello! I feel greetings are in order. My name is Prudence, and I’m a dog. Yes, a four-legged, furry beastie that is really not all that tall (but in my heart I’m taller than a horse). My mom decided to make me this blog so I can share with the world a puppy’s perspective on all things human and canine. I think she just wanted an excuse to post adorable pictures of me on all of my adventures, which I really have no problem with, I love attention.

I am a Yorkie-Poo, or for those out of the know, a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Poodle. I

Prudence

Prudence

 enjoy spending time with my family (of both the two-legged and four-legged variety) and friends, as well as shopping, running on the beach, car rides, and playing with my toys. Of course, all of these things you will all learn about in due time. 

Happy tail wags!

Winner #2: Sarah won the Bison Party Mix.

You’ve got to check out this back story! FYI Sarah’s mom entered for Sarah. This email is from Sarah’ mom:

Giveaway 2: Bison Party Mix

Giveaway 2: Bison Party Mix

This is so wonderful ….let me tell you the back-story to my entry.  I am in Lafayette, Louisiana ….my precious 22 year old daughter moved to Boulder last fall on a lark (more or less) after visiting the area and falling in love.  “Boulder!”, I thought, “No, that’s too far!”  But, she has flourished there and is very happy …she shares her life with her young Husky, Atka (and a young man who she adores); she recounts awe-sounding tales about hiking in the mountains (me: “Watch out for mountain lions!”) with Atka, about the wonderful “dog parks” you guys have there (remember, I am in Louisiana – LOL!), and basically how wonderful her life is in Boulder.  

When I saw your giveaway, I entered for her and Atka.  (I had a feeling I would win!)  I looked at your face and read your site and thought that you were someone I would like my daughter to know.  Her name is Sarah, she goes by Sary. 

And now I’ve won!  I’m very tickled and pleased, you’ve no idea.  She is at work right now so I can’t call to let her know, but I wanted to write to you and confirm.  I looked up the address for PC’s Pantry in Boulder – 30th Street- …and I think she works on 29th street.  I will talk with her later today and let her know I have won this giveaway for her. 

I just love it that she will now have a new contact in the pet community in Boulder!

As soon as I finish my coffee, and Sadie her breakfast, we’re off the the post office to mail the goodies to Prudence (and Ashley) and Sarah. Congratulations to you both!

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