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by Louise M. Penery on 24 August 2010 - 15:08
So who put the SchH 1 on Alex?
You don't want to know. His breeder/then-co-owner insisted and paid for the abusive asshole Ron Gordon to train/title the poor dog. From there after, training (especially tracking ) became an uphill battle. Then, a couple of people in the Alameda and and Dublin Canyon clubs were reruited by the breeder--even resorting to forced tracking. Finally, the breeder wanted to send Lex to Germany for titling and confiscated his papers until I threatened with a small claims court suit on the advice (because the paperwork belonged with the dog) of Paul Melloy.
I took over his training when his "trainer" said "I cannot make him track--you will have to train him". It wasn't all the damage done by Ron Gordon. Lex's first trainer Jim Coover had once told me, "if Lex turns back on the track, run out there and kick his ass". The first time Ron tracked Lex, when he reached the article, this once proud, confident dog, lay down, rolled on his back, and pissed in the air (recorded on video by breeder's spouse). When a "trainer" used excessive compulsion on dumbbell training, Lex grabbed him around the thigh, ripped his pantleg, and left him a bloody mess.
By that time, I had what Joanne Plumb has referred to as a "patchwork dog" because of too many trainers and too much compulsion. I had to entirely reprogram the dog's tracking with operant conditioning, food, and clicker training. Until then, schutzhund had been a spectator sport for me. It was a tribute to the dog's character that his scores were as high as they were. Protection was always "pronounced" with scores in the low 90s. When he completed his SchH2 under Ernest Hintz, Lex was nearly 8 years old. Only few months later, after training during the winter for the SchH3 heeling routine in the house, he completed his SchH3 after his 8th birthday--the happiest day in my life. We were up tracking in the dark and the frost every morning for several winter months. During the coming year, Lex got his HT, TDI, and AKC CD and CDX--and acted as a training dog for would-be club helpers and as a "dummy dog" at trials. Lex was the best dog I ever owned. He and the sport of schutzhund saved my life when I was going through some dark and hard times, He had two full brothers who were working police dogs in San Leandro and San Jose.
I never worked on anything as hard as I did on the re-training of Lex to work for me. It is little wonder, what with the psychodynamics of local clubs and their political infighting and formation of splinter groups, that I sent Lex's excellent working grandsons off to Heidi Theis for training/titling after I had thoroughly trained them in their foundation work. After a trainer in Germany had bailed on commiting (and kept and owed me money to be applied to th SchH3) to Zeek's Schutzhund3 training, I resumed training him myself and sent him to Heidi to put his SchH3 (x2) and IPO3 on him in a matter of 6 weeks. Heidi always said that Zeek was the smartest dog she had ever trained--called him "Mr. Dependability" because she never worried about his passing a trial.
You don't want to know. His breeder/then-co-owner insisted and paid for the abusive asshole Ron Gordon to train/title the poor dog. From there after, training (especially tracking ) became an uphill battle. Then, a couple of people in the Alameda and and Dublin Canyon clubs were reruited by the breeder--even resorting to forced tracking. Finally, the breeder wanted to send Lex to Germany for titling and confiscated his papers until I threatened with a small claims court suit on the advice (because the paperwork belonged with the dog) of Paul Melloy.
I took over his training when his "trainer" said "I cannot make him track--you will have to train him". It wasn't all the damage done by Ron Gordon. Lex's first trainer Jim Coover had once told me, "if Lex turns back on the track, run out there and kick his ass". The first time Ron tracked Lex, when he reached the article, this once proud, confident dog, lay down, rolled on his back, and pissed in the air (recorded on video by breeder's spouse). When a "trainer" used excessive compulsion on dumbbell training, Lex grabbed him around the thigh, ripped his pantleg, and left him a bloody mess.
By that time, I had what Joanne Plumb has referred to as a "patchwork dog" because of too many trainers and too much compulsion. I had to entirely reprogram the dog's tracking with operant conditioning, food, and clicker training. Until then, schutzhund had been a spectator sport for me. It was a tribute to the dog's character that his scores were as high as they were. Protection was always "pronounced" with scores in the low 90s. When he completed his SchH2 under Ernest Hintz, Lex was nearly 8 years old. Only few months later, after training during the winter for the SchH3 heeling routine in the house, he completed his SchH3 after his 8th birthday--the happiest day in my life. We were up tracking in the dark and the frost every morning for several winter months. During the coming year, Lex got his HT, TDI, and AKC CD and CDX--and acted as a training dog for would-be club helpers and as a "dummy dog" at trials. Lex was the best dog I ever owned. He and the sport of schutzhund saved my life when I was going through some dark and hard times, He had two full brothers who were working police dogs in San Leandro and San Jose.
I never worked on anything as hard as I did on the re-training of Lex to work for me. It is little wonder, what with the psychodynamics of local clubs and their political infighting and formation of splinter groups, that I sent Lex's excellent working grandsons off to Heidi Theis for training/titling after I had thoroughly trained them in their foundation work. After a trainer in Germany had bailed on commiting (and kept and owed me money to be applied to th SchH3) to Zeek's Schutzhund3 training, I resumed training him myself and sent him to Heidi to put his SchH3 (x2) and IPO3 on him in a matter of 6 weeks. Heidi always said that Zeek was the smartest dog she had ever trained--called him "Mr. Dependability" because she never worried about his passing a trial.
by Louise M. Penery on 24 August 2010 - 15:08
The above scenario helps explain why I and countless others don't want dogs who routinely require soccer balll kicks and double pinch collars with long lines. Instead, we want dogs who actaually grow to bond with their owners, respect them, and cap their drives. None of this screaming, hectic, staccato barking for us!. However, any day, I will take the challenge of an intelligent, problem-solving, thinking dog with his own "agenda" to one who is completely biddable. When it came time for my second seminar with Dean, I trained "Lex" as an "air dog".
by ShelleyR on 24 August 2010 - 17:08
So--- The last time you stepped on a trial field with a leash in your hand was when? 99? With one dog you managed to put a SchH 2 on, repeat the 3 after Heidi put the first on on, after the foundation work was already done... by Jim Coover? Egads! Give the DOG TSB for having survived his foundation work and all those trainers, and add a few points for resilience.
What have you done since then Louise? Besides put down better trainers than you could ever have hoped to have been?
...and WTF is an "air dog?"
What have you done since then Louise? Besides put down better trainers than you could ever have hoped to have been?
...and WTF is an "air dog?"
by ShelleyR on 24 August 2010 - 17:08
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by Louise M. Penery on 24 August 2010 - 17:08
So, YOU yawn to keep the dog from breaking the long down??????? Isn't this a "handler help", or a "breathing pattern" or CHEATING as you put it?
Actually, Vickie a dog that licks the tip of its nose is nervous. I only use yawning (a calming body language--as opposed to compulsion) during training--not while trialing. A dog cannot see the handler standing in the blind in SchH3 during the down under distraction.
I recall when Dean's mentor, Egon Vollrath, used to train dogs for the recall by spitting hot dogs at them. In a trial, Egon would stand with his tongue sticking out of his lips to make the dog think a hot dog was in his mouth.
I'll put my box of scorebooks and show cards up against yours any day.
Shelley, feel free to put yours where the dang sun doesn't shine! So you store them in a "box"? I keep mine with the plastic envelop with the dog's paperwork.
Actually, Vickie a dog that licks the tip of its nose is nervous. I only use yawning (a calming body language--as opposed to compulsion) during training--not while trialing. A dog cannot see the handler standing in the blind in SchH3 during the down under distraction.
I recall when Dean's mentor, Egon Vollrath, used to train dogs for the recall by spitting hot dogs at them. In a trial, Egon would stand with his tongue sticking out of his lips to make the dog think a hot dog was in his mouth.
I'll put my box of scorebooks and show cards up against yours any day.
Shelley, feel free to put yours where the dang sun doesn't shine! So you store them in a "box"? I keep mine with the plastic envelop with the dog's paperwork.
by ShelleyR on 24 August 2010 - 18:08
How do you find them under all the cob-webs?
by Louise M. Penery on 24 August 2010 - 20:08
How do you find them under all the cob-webs?
What cobwebs? You have never been a guest in my house nor are you ever welcome. Except for an occasional visiting bitch, I haven't had any guests in my home in nearly 4 years. Do you have many cobwebs in your trusty old box?
What cobwebs? You have never been a guest in my house nor are you ever welcome. Except for an occasional visiting bitch, I haven't had any guests in my home in nearly 4 years. Do you have many cobwebs in your trusty old box?
by ShelleyR on 24 August 2010 - 20:08
I haven't had any guests in my home in nearly 4 years.
That speaks VOLUMES Louise.
I feel sorry for you now.
That speaks VOLUMES Louise.
I feel sorry for you now.
by Louise M. Penery on 24 August 2010 - 20:08
I haven't had any guests in my home in nearly 4 years.
That speaks VOLUMES Louise.
I feel sorry for you now.
Why should I have guests when my dogs and I are frequently invited as guests into the homes of others? Otherwise, no one(especially, not the lying bitch Vera nor my psychotic sister) is welcome in my home. We just slept over at a friend's home in Galt on Saturday night. If you get the idea that I don't care for the company of most folks, bingo!
That speaks VOLUMES Louise.
I feel sorry for you now.
Why should I have guests when my dogs and I are frequently invited as guests into the homes of others? Otherwise, no one(especially, not the lying bitch Vera nor my psychotic sister) is welcome in my home. We just slept over at a friend's home in Galt on Saturday night. If you get the idea that I don't care for the company of most folks, bingo!
by autobahn on 25 August 2010 - 00:08
At least Louise has her own home...
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