Saturday, August 21, 2010

what a dud

Well, I've been putting off writing this blog because there really isn't much to say.
I've looked at last Monday's class from every possible angle to find some kind of humor in it...
but I've got nothin!

Ace was still his hyper self.
The hot dogs and cheese helped him focus a little more on me and my commands but not much.

We spent the first HALF of the class focusing on "crate games" again, which Ace refused to participate in.
He still wouldn't go anywhere near his crate.

The trainer told us not to push him.
She suggested maybe we try to lure him with treats to sit next to the crate.
So we spent the next 15 minutes trying that.
With little success.

The trainer then asked if the person and dog next to us could borrow our crate because hers was a little to small for her dog.

So we let her.
I thought for a moment it might be like when my kids were little...
You know, when your kid has no interest in that one toy until you're in the middle of a play date with that friend who seems like "super mom"--she has the best behaved kids and always seems to say the right thing-- and her kid picks up that one toy and now your kid wants it like nothing he's ever wanted before and is throwing the temper tantrum of a life time just to embarrass you to high heaven...

But no.
Not Ace.
He didn't seem to care that much.

He actually jut sat there and watched the other dog sitting locked in his crate.
I swear Ace had a look on his face like he was thinking "SUCKER!"

So, after another 15 minutes of just sitting there, we finally moved on to our next exercise.

This one the trainer holds the dog and the owner runs off calling the dog.
The dog is supposed to chase after his owner and we grab them.

Something to do with safety.
I've never had issues with Ace not coming to me.

You can imagine his excitement after just spending 30 minutes "sitting" while having massive doggie stimulus coming at him the entire time.

The trainer held Ace and I think I took about five paces and Ace was on me.
He jumped up as I bent over to grab his collar and he hit me right in the upper lip.

So now I'm bleeding.
And I'm trying to hide it while I get back in line.
Luckily, the quick swelling stanched the bleeding.
Now I just have a big fat lip.
I'm thinking maybe smiling would make it less obvious.
So that's what I did.

The trainer probably thought I was having a great time because I stood there with a stupid smile on my face.

We did a few more exercises.
None of which Ace "wowed" at.
(excuse my grammar).

So that was about it.
Nothing exciting to report.
Sorry.

This is how I found Ace the next morning....

10 comments:

McGillicutty said...

Oh girl.... i feel for you..dogs and kids are about the most frustrating things in the world.. other than know it all effin' trainers!!!!!!!

Kathy@ Gone North said...

Well, I just plain laughed out loud at that last pic : )
& then I went back & read about your 1st class...laughed again...
Cute post!!

Pam said...

That last picture just says it all. LOL!

Brian Miller said...

oh my...
perhaps this week?

rxBambi said...

Ace wants you to be happy... he just wants you to be happy on HIS terms.

Miss you...

are you coming to stl soon??

otin said...

Ehh, I never train them! I just let them act crazy! LOL

Sewn With Grace said...

I'm sorry Tori, I shouldn't be laughing at all because I truly feel your pain. Evidence of the last picture - he really does want to please you, just not when you want him to! :)

Baino said...

Haha . . he must have felt guilty about the fat lip!

From Tracie said...

Oh my goodness!! In the crate!?!

That dog is messing with your mind!

Kelly Polizzi said...

Ugh, YOU know Supermom too? She's everywhere!

Good for you putting so much effort into your dog. He's lucky he has you for an owner. You are actually taking the time to try to do it the right way. Don't be too hard on him though, he IS cute ;)

Anyhow, just checking in because you haven't showed up lately in my reader. Miss your posts!