Dogs have to learn English before they can understand us

The Whole Dog Journal was recommended to me by a local kennel owner, so I subscribed to their email newsletter. In early June, they ran this great article talking about talking to dogs.

“Try to remember that you have to help your dog understand your cues.

“I was volunteering at the shelter last Saturday, and in the course of the day, I showed several dogs and puppies to several different potential adopters. It struck me at some point that almost every person who takes a strange dog or pup out into a “get acquainted” room or grassy run will almost immediately tell the dog (or pup!) to “Sit! Sit! SIT! Siiiiiitt?” It’s as if they always assume the canine knows what “sit” means and is being willful in not responding.

“It’s SO difficult for people to understand that dogs don’t know what we’re saying – and it speaks to our comfort and familiarity with them that we wouldn’t expect a chicken or a turtle or a camel to “Sit! Sit! SIT!” upon hearing the words. You wouldn’t approach a person in Laos and say, “Excuse me, can you tell me what time it is?” And yet, just about everyone seems to expect EVERY dog or puppy to instinctively understand and respond to spoken English.

“What if someone – a human, or an animal of another species, even! — approached you and began barking, “Fwick! Fwick! FWICK!” and then appeared to get sort of angry because you just looked at them puzzled? Would you want to continue to try to figure out what this other animal wanted? *I* wouldn’t!”

Dogs are not native English speakers, but they can learn. A while ago I wrote about Chico and his lobster. I’m pretty sure that he now knows the word ‘lobster.’ He surely knows the names of the different pieces of agility equipment – we work on it and he is able to go do the tire (and not the jump next to it) when asked “Where’s the tire? Show me the tire.” And he knows ‘car’ – when a car is coming it’s my saying “Chico, it’s a car. What do you do for a car?” that gets him to my side. In fact, if I don’t say anything he is likely to stand in the middle of the road and look at the car, or to wander across the road right in front of it. He’s no longer charging at cars baking furiously, but the whole thing needs a bit of refinement.

We’ve all heard of or met dogs that learn the word ‘walk.’ I’ve heard of dogs that learned the meaning of the sounds ‘w-a-l-k.’ They also learn that putting on our running shoes instead of our dress shoes means there’s a good chance that a walk is coming, that jingling car keys means someone is going somewhere – dogs are finely attuned to our movements, more so even than we are (it’s so easy not to be aware enough of the subtleties of of my own motions and misdirect Chico during an agility run – stand up straight at the wrong time and he’ll come back to me instead of doing a jump, not straight enough at the pause table and he won’t stop for the required five seconds), but I argue that they can learn what some of our crazy sounds mean. But they do have to learn. And everyone learns better through positive reinforcement.

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Cape Cod Kennel Club Agility Trial

Update: The professional photographer at the trial got some great pictures of Chico during his Friday standard run. See them in the gallery here.

On the 15th and 17th of June, Chico and I competed in an agility trial at the Barnstable County Fairgrounds on Cape Cod. I wanted to try competing someplace different – most of the trails we’ve been in have been at one place, American K9 Country. Since the motivation for trialing is to expose Chico to new and different experiences, it makes sense to branch out.

We stayed with my cousin Eva (see Chico and Mozzie Play) and competed on Friday and Sunday. It was an outdoor, two-ring trial with vendors, and lots of cars and dogs, and a public address system – more distractions than you can shake a stick at and Chico did, really, really, really well. We had a couple runs that were flaw-free enough to get us a green ribbon for ‘qualifying’ and one run that was an actual thing of beauty and one run that was so flawed that when I look at the score sheet for it I just laugh – in eighteen obstacles we did six things wrong enough for them to get marked down, let alone the ugliness (crossed paths, misdirected dog – all errors on my part, not Chico’s) that didn’t get committed to paper.

Chico was generally well behaved around other dogs, great with new people, willing to get into his crate when that was needed. He didn’t think much of the kiddie pool or of getting hosed down with the spray nozzle. He placed in a couple of classes and for that he got not only a ribbon, but, oh, SO much better, he won a stuffed (toy) lobster. He absolutely thought it was better than anything ever and carried it everywhere for two days.

Chico rocks his lobster. Oh and those are artichoke plants in the greenhouse behind him. Yes, artichokes in Massachusetts.

Creative planting, in the French bio-intensive style, of mixed lettuces in Eva’s garden.

If you know any chefs in the Providence/Boston area, Eva sells greens, herbs, flowers, and foraged foods to lots of restaurants and even supplies Whole Foods with some products. SEMAP (the South East Mass Agricultural Partnership) has contact info for her here.

So, my very, very good dog and I now move out of “novice” jumpers with weaves into “open” jumpers with weaves. The courses get harder, the judging less forgiving, the ribbons less frequent. But that’s OK, because what moving up has done for me is confirm that I have a great relationship with Chico. And what it’s doing for Chico is letting him run 12 weave poles like we do at class, not six like they give the novice dogs. And he really doesn’t take it seriously when there’s only six weave poles.

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Canada, trip, Niagara Falls and home

The last day in Toronto, we picked up Chico at the kennel. As usual, he turned himself inside out with joy that I had kept my word and come back for him*. They said he was great with the staff and great with the other dogs. I wonder what it takes to be not good with the other dogs because the first time he barked at something, I realized that he had pretty much barked non-stop for the last three days – he was so hoarse that you could hardly hear him.

When we left town, it was hot and muggy, and it stayed that way all afternoon. Mila is a great map reader and she found small, scenic roads for us to take on our way to Niagara Falls. As we got within striking distance of the falls, we found signs for an arboretum and a butterfly garden, so we parked the car and went to have a look around.

They say don’t touch the butterflies, I had to think that letting them touch me was OK.

We stayed in the relative cool of the butterfly house for an hour or so and then pushed on to the falls.

The crowds were thinning and the pavement was cooling when we arrived, so we took a walk along the promenade overlooking the falls.

Chico was fairly unimpressed. I think he was hot, the pavement was hot on his feet, and there were a lot of people that he wasn’t allowed to greet.

We went to a nearby outdoor cafe and had a cool drink and a salad . . .

and headed for the bridge leading to the States. Our entry was easy. Mila, as a new arrival from Europe, had to go inside and get photographed and fingerprinted (oh, what a welcoming nation we are), but no one cared about the dog’s papers, food, or treats.

Chief Navigator Mila found a road that ran along side the southern shore of Lake Ontario and we saw a beautiful sunset. We pushed on to Rochester, NY where we found a room at a Comfort Inn. The next day we hopped on the interstate for a few hours, heading for the cooler and greener hills of Vermont.

Just before we hit the edge of the hot weather, though we didn’t know it at the time,

we found this bike path and took a walk.

The cooler weather came in the form of a GIANT thunderstorm, so big that we pulled off the road for about twenty minutes and waited out the worst of it. Chico doesn’t love thunder, but he stayed steady and quiet in his crate. Once we took off again, we realized the car was moving faster than the storm and we were right back in it. By this time we were back on my home turf, right by Lebanon, NH, so I took us to the 7 Barrel Brewery for dinner. After ten days in Canada, we finally ordered, in New Hampshire, poutine. It was pretty good, though I can’t speak to its authenticity.

Another couple hours in the car and we were back home.

* When I have to leave Chico anywhere I say the same thing every time: “Annie work, Chico no go. You stay here and I’ll be back.”

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Chico in Canada: Toronto adventures

We were in Toronto to promote Mila’s Journey, a movie about Mila’s life, so the first thing we did was set up the stand at the convention center. Of course, Chico helped as much as he could.

Here’s he’s practicing “down-stay with distractions”

And here he and I are figuring out that there is barely enough room at the stand for the human staff, let alone our canine support unit.

Since there was so little room in the stand, it seemed best to put him in a boarding kennel. I booked him into a quite fine place, Parker Pet Care – currently being run by the third generation of family Parker. Finding the Parkers was a bit of luck – on the way to the supermarket we passed a veterinary office and I pulled in, thinking that they might have a recommendation for a boarding kennel. They had brochures from Parker and one other place which was more of a board and train situation and not what I was looking for. So, I picked Parker. They said Chico was a model guest. When we were reunited, I found that he had barked himself hoarse, so I guess they have a slightly different definition of perfection than I do. But he was fine, and as usual, he about turned himself inside out when I came to get him.

Meanwhile, we gave up the camper van and rolled up the tents one last time and moved to a lovely, just lovely, B&B called Banting House Inn. I was under the impression it wasn’t especially dog friendly, and Mila and Christina had already stayed there for a night and said I would love it, and Chico was already in the kennel, so I happily went with the master plan. Boy, was that a good move on my part.

A lovely old house built for a very rich family in the late 1800s or early 1900s.

There are lovely gardens front, back, and side of the house.

The interior of the house is elegant, with more carved, polished oak than you can shake a stick at.

We arrived late in the evening and since host Scott has to be up early to make breakfast, he left our keys in the mailbox, with a note that started “welcome home” – how lovely! Our room was comfortable, breakfast was delicious and plentiful and the other guests were all interesting to talk with, Scott helped us find what we needed in the neighborhood, he let us do laundry (we had just spent a week camping), and, had Chico been with us, Scott would have welcomed him as well – even inviting Chico to stay at the house while we went out for the day. Scott said, “I could use the company while I clean.”

So, when I go back to Toronto to explore the about 150 interesting ethnic restaurants I saw, Chico is going to stay at Banting House Inn with me.

The next post will be the last about this trip and I haven’t really found a place to write about recycling in Canada, so I’m going to do it now. It was universally easy to separate recyclables from each other and from trash. Almost everywhere I was had a “trash” set up like this:

Waste, paper, other recyclables – three categories. So easy to recycle you’d feel a fool if you didn’t comply. Note to my native land: Model this behavior.

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Chico goes to Canada, part four

We were scheduled to leave our campsite in Algonquin provincial park on Wednesday morning, but the blackflies were so bad on Tuesday night that we would have run away on Wednesday even if we’d been booked in for another week.

We packed up as fast as we could, had a cup of something hot, took a quick shower, and headed towards Toronto. I followed Mila and Christina’s camper van with my car, and just as I was starting to really, really want something to eat, they turned onto a side road and pulled over at a wide spot.

On one side of the road was a very closed-up house with a for sale sign in front, opposite was what we presumed to be that house’s lake access. It looked like a great place for a picnic.

Lovely, non?

So we set ourselves up with a very informal picnic

of bread, cheese, watermelon, and leftover cold coffee.

Something was more interesting to Chico than was our lunch…

The Canada Geese fled the dock when we arrived, but didn’t go too far.

Thus fortified, we carried on to the big city.

Through long ago connections in a far away corner of northern India, Mila knows a young family of Tibetan immigrants living on the northwestern edge of the Toronto area, and their house was our first stop.

I’m going to mangle the spellings of these kind folks names, but here goes….Tinley is the dad, his wife is Kuchee and I never did learn their little boy’s name, but he was fascinated by Chico. I explained to Tinley that Chico isn’t used to little kids and Tinley explained to his son in Tibetan that he couldn’t touch Chico, and he didn’t. But he watched him. From as close as he could get.

That little boy was so good, and so was Chico (who felt secure lying between my legs).

He called Chico how-ow, which I presume is what dogs say in Tibetan.

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Chico goes to Canada, part three

We spent three days in Algonquin Park, walking different trails every day. We saw lots and lots of wildlife, much of it unfamiliar to my European friends. Twice we stopped by the side of the road where moose conveniently presented themselves for photo opportunities. My friends had described to me an animal they saw on the way to the park, asking if it was a moose. I said it sounded like a deer because moose look like very badly designed horses. Once they saw a moose, they understood my meaning and decided that the previous sighting had been a deer.

One form of wildlife that wasn’t so pleasing was the blackflies. We have blackflies in New Hampshire as well, but the ones at Algonquin Park were by far more numerous and more vicious than here at home. In fact, I decided that in comparison, NH blackflies are pacifist vegetarians. It was crazy making. And itchy. And lumpy. But not fatal.

We took a walk that featured beaver ponds…

There’s a beaver lodge in this pond that’s of a size that can been easily seen from atop a close-by hill top.

And seen even better . . .

. . . from lake level.

That afternoon’s walk was the “Spruce Bog” walk –

where, protected more against bugs than weather, we walked the boardwalk through/over the bog.

Except for Chico, who loves, loves, loves to wade and slipped into the rather mucky water when I wasn’t paying close attention to him.

This made him into a two-tone dog.

Nothing that didn’t wash off in the lake when we got back to our campground. Christina is a dog lover and she sat in the back seat with Chico, even though he was so muddy. I offered to let her drive and sit back there myself, but she said, “It’s a camping trip, if you don’t get a little dirty, where’s the fun?”

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Chico goes to Canada, part two

Algonquin Provincial Park is a huge area, about 2 hours from both Toronto and Ottowa. Our arrival was right in the middle of a three day weekend, so the campground was pretty full when Chico and I arrived. Our spot was one spot away from the lake front, with trees and a breeze that kind of kept the bugs away. Our neighbors had dogs, so we were not the only campsite that barked at passers by.

Chico and I arrived about 4:30, Mila and Christina arrived at about 6 and we made camp and cooked some dinner.

Dinner time at the campground. By the next morning, we had decided to move the picnic table INSIDE the screen house. Little did we know, the Canadian Blackflies know how to ride inside on your head, shoulders, back and bug you inside what you think is a safe space.

The next morning we took a three hour hike to Butler’s Rocks. The trails are well used and easy to follow and we saw wonderful things.

Things like this place where the tree roots and water and reflection made a heart shape.

Dogs have to be on a leash *everywhere* in the park, but when we got to this little lake, I broke the rules for a few minutes so Chico could have a dip.

The trail leaves lake level and climbs, slowly, to a fantastic out cropping of rock that overlooks the lake we were camped on.

Obligatory “we made it” shot.

There were other groups taking the same walk, so there was someone to take the “we made it” shot of our whole group.

The descent from this walk uses a loooong set of stairs.

I dropped the leash to take this pic and Chico was off to see what lay ahead.

We spent a relaxing afternoon taking showers and doing laundry, visiting the visitor’s center (no dogs allowed, no shade in the parking lot, I sat outside in the car, turning on the AC when it got too warm) and getting some firewood so we could have a camp fire that evening.

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Chico goes to Canada, part one

The plan was to meet my friend Mila and her sister Christina at a campground in Algonquin (Ontario) Provincial Park on a Sunday afternoon. Mapping suggested it was 11 to 12 hours driving time, so I decided Chico and I would make it a two day trip. It seemed like a good idea to break the drive at a bit over six hours in Cornwall, Ontario, on the St Lawrence River, just over the border. I looked on line and found a motel located off the commercial strip. The Monte Carlo Motel looked like a great place. Sixty dollars a night, pet friendly, away from the hustle and bustle – what’s not to like?

Driving across Vermont, I found a soft serve place selling soft ice cream sweetened/flavored with real maple syrup. They call ’em a “maple creamee.” I had a small and Chico had a kiddie size. By six PM we were at the border. While Chico barked, I leaned out the window so I could hear the questions I was asked. Among them was, “When was the last time you were in Canada?” “Oh, a very long time ago, maybe ten years ago.” “Yes,” he said, “I see. You’ve had this passport since 2009 and you haven’t signed it.”

And that was it. He didn’t want to see Chico’s rabies certificate, nor did he question the ingredients in Chico’s food. In fact, he didn’t even ask if I *had* dog food with me. So we headed off, looking for the motel. After getting some help from a nice couple waking their yellow lab, we found it quite easily.

The Monte Carlo is far from fancy, but the room was clean, they were genuinely dog friendly, and the location is just great for walking a dog – the walking path along the river is just across the street and they have a dock into the river where you can sit and have a look around.

Chico surveying the Saint Lawrence River from the Motel Monte Carlo’s dock.

After a good night’s sleep, we had a little walk, some breakfast and headed out towards the meeting spot – a campsite in a campground at Algonquin Provincial Park.

On the way, we pulled off on a side road to stretch our legs . . .

It was a quiet place, with dirt roads just like the ones at home.

and discovered lots and lots and lots of Trillium – the provincial flower.

The white Trillium were at their peak, the red ones were fading.

Gratuitous flower photo because I love Trillium.

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After all that. . .on to Ontario

My last couple posts had to do with some big troubles Chico and I had because of his socialization deficiencies and the plan to deal with the specific complaints. After a year and a half, I’m pleased to report that Chico, while not perfect, knows where “home” is (“home” being the name I gave the parts of the yard he can freely go into) and if he leaves it (like I said, he’s not perfect), he returns on command. Every week he gets better about not running up to people walking past the house and barking at them; his sensitivity to cars passing the house is greatly reduced; handyman/caretaker M has his own jar of cookies for Chico and, from what I see, they have become rather fond of each other. The riding lawnmower (which doubles as a snow plowing machine in the winter) still makes Chico nuts, but it can be managed with cookies (mind you, I can’t do anything BUT spend cookies distracting Chico when our lawn is being mowed – the 15 minutes that mowing takes usually requires that I hand over a dinner’s worth of mixed kibble and treats, but that will keep Chico pretty much completely quiet).

You may have picked up that in addition to working on things here at home, part of all our training is doing something Julie calls “taking it on the road.” Taking Chico places with me is designed to give him a broader range of experiences which in turn build his self confidence, allowing him to better cope with both day-to-day and brand-new situations.

So, since I am a bit insane, when some friends flew to Toronto, Ontario and rented a camper for a week before going to promote a documentary at an expo and invited me to join them, I said “Can I bring the dog?” and when they said yes, well, off we went.

Chico by one of many lakes we saw in northern Ontario.

So, stay tuned for our adventures, coming over the next few posts.

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The action plan

As I said in my last post, after the letter of complaint from my landlords, in fear of losing this creature who had changed my life, I ran to Julie for help and advice. She went through the letter point by point and helped me distinguish between which were reasonable requests and which were not, and developed a point-by-point action plan to work towards the reasonable ones. She also helped me find some of the words that would reassure without making promises I couldn’t keep.

Dear [landlords],

My trainer, Julie Daniels, asks that we all take a moment to remember where Chico was when he came to me a little over a year ago.  He was frightened and confused, distrustful and often panicked. Through an investment of tens, if not hundreds, of hours, and a not insignificant amount of money, he is now a much improved, happier and more confident dog. She and I have developed an attainable set of goals and a set of actions to attain them for Chico that will address your concerns.

The first step in this plan is to teach Chico not to go [into the road] or past the edge of the yard without me, even when tempted by a stranger, a dog, or a car or truck. It is a big job, it will take a lot of work, and we are starting now. Over time, this will teach him that what happens on the road is of no concern to him. This training will also reduce his barking when people come near the house.

This does involve putting up some markers (like those used to guide snow plows) to set a boundary line for him, I hope that will be permissible. We’ll start with two reflector-topped markers at the place at the top of the driveway where it turns to pavement.

Some of the work involved in this behavior change happens with a leash, some without. It is unreasonable to expect that a dog in this setting never be outside off-leash. [Our town] actually doesn’t have a leash law at this moment, but the one we are voting on in March says that a dog must be accompanied by a person and may not run at large except for work, competition, or training purposes. Chico is always with me, never simply turned loose to run while I sit inside or leave the property.

With M’s cooperation, I would like to start conditioning Chico to the machines, first while they are off and garaged, later to their sound while operating but not yet moving. When Chico learns that the machines mean treats, he will lose his fear of them and instead of running to bark at them, he will run to me for a treat.

Chico is a good and loyal guardian of the house. It is likely that he would not let [M] into the house if I were not here, that is not uncommon with dogs. Keeping strangers out is one of the things dogs do for us. As a single woman living in a removed spot, I appreciate that about Chico. Chico is an “alarm barker” barking to let me know someone is nearby. This means he barks but chooses not to bite. Experience after experience tells me he makes good choices.

Anyone who wants to make friends with Chico can do so by giving him a treat whenever you see him. I would be happy to provide dog biscuits. Being friends with him would reduce barking and change it from fierce-looking “go away barking” to happy, “please give me a cookie barking.”

While I cannot promise any timetable for these changes, Julie tells me that I ought to be able to have him trained to stay out of the road by spring. Please know that I appreciate you giving me the time to do the work to make Chico a good citizen and neighbor.

In a future post, I’ll describe implementing the action plan.

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