Showing posts with label Wild Horse Monument. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild Horse Monument. Show all posts

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Beth's Dream

One day at the Columbia River Gorge below the Wild Horse Monument near Vantage, WA....


Beth: Look, look, come quick LOOK!  


Camera Face:  Beth, dont get too close to the edge!  

BethTOP OF THE WORLD MA!  


Camera Face: Aaaagh!  Beth, I know there is a pathway just below and it is an optical illusion...but you are still SCARING ME!  Come back here! 

Beth: Wait, wait....I can just see it.  



Camera Face:  What do you see?  

Beth:  Down there....she is floating away.  


Camera Face:  Oh my doG.....WHO IS FLOATING AWAY?  Did someone fall?  

Beth:  She didn't fall, I pushed her.   


Camera Face:  You did WHAT?  Pushed WHO?  

Beth:  I pushed Bonnie's fat arse off the edge.  I am finally rid of her annoying bark and spotty face.

Camera Face:  You did not!  We left Bonnie at home.  Why would you say such a thing?  


Beth:  Positive Visualization.  Dream it and it will happen. 

(the above sign was photographed at another location on the Crooked River in Oregon by Tjflex2 on Flickr)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Postive Reinforcement, Corrections & Pretty Pictures

Our weekend in Idaho at the Shannahan/Deal clinic was stellar.  I spent the weekend working Brynn, listening, watching and photographing.  My idea of heaven. 

I am putting together a post about the clinic and should have it finished by this evening.  I only had 1600 pictures to sort through & out the best to edit. 

Brynn was off her 'A' game for the weekend.  She refused to eat for two days.  I stopped each morning at McDonalds and got her a sausage/egg biscuit.  That was all she would eat.  I think she was freaked out without any other dogs.  At the clinic she was evil.    After a morning spent snarling, snapping and embarrassing me Dianne finally told me to stop what I was doing....obviously it wasn't working.  So I filled my empty water bottle with rocks - then each time she even lifted her lip at another dog I shook it over her head and let her know I was NOT pleased.  It worked like a charm.  By Sunday afternoon she had pretty much stopped the snarky bratty behavior...thank doG. 

Dianne was right on the money.  You DO NOT allow that type of behavior...EVER.  You do not have to be aggressive, abusive or mean.  You simply let the dog know that it will not be tolerated...PERIOD.

I was afraid to correct Brynn because I have been on both sides of the fence.  In positive reinforcement training you reward the dog for behaving correctly.  Meaning I would reward her for when she looked at a dog and did not react.  Yeah...no, that was NOT working.  Instead I used a correction based method - built on common sense.  If I see you lift your lip or behave inappropriately you are going to hear a sound right over your head that will FREAK you the F out.  Don't be a brat... you wont hear the sound.  Simple and easy for the dog to figure out in a matter of seconds. 

When Brynn started acting like an idiot I wanted to scruff her neck and let her know I didnt like it.  But I hesitated.  I was afraid to do anything like that to her because I felt someone was going to tell me I was being 'mean' to my dog.  So I tried to distract her and use the 'positive' reinforcement.  I even went as far as to hold my clip board over her face so she couldn't see the other dogs.  Can we say S.T.U.P.I.D?    Not to mention completely ineffective.

Positive training & reinforcement has its place.  Corrections have their place.  Both need to be used correctly to be effective.  Note: I said Correction....not abuse.  Not poking the dog in the neck, kicking, yanking on their collar throwing them off balance etc.  Corrections timed CORRECTLY let the dog know what they are doing wrong. 

I look at it this way.  In raising my kids I used a system that was self explanatory for young minds.  It was called Magic 1, 2, 3.  Kids are just kids! In addition to being delightful, charming and affectionate, children can also present their parents with a steady diet of difficult behavior: whining, arguing, teasing, fighting, yelling, tantrums and pouting.

This system was very simple.  When confronted with a behavior I did not appreciate or wanted stopped I would count.  For example:  Jake wanted a cookie.  Mom says no.  Jake still wants the cookie and starts whining and crying.  Mom says "That is 1" and hold up one finger...giving Jake the clear message I am not going to play his game.  He has an opportunity to correct himself.  He keeps whining.  I say "that is 2".  He is familair with what comes next....he keeps whining.  Mom says "That is 3" and immediately scoop him up and put him in his room.  I tell him he is in time out (one minute for every year they are old).

This gave the child an opportunity to correct themselves. To think about their behavior and understand what they were doing was going to lead to a negative result.  

That is a very simplified explanation of what I did for minor infractions.  More serious infractions like hitting your brother over the head with a whiffle bat.  Well those went straight to 3 and were sent to time out immediately.  I used this system on my kids clear up to teenagers.  After age 13  they would laugh at me...but they still got the message.  Of course the consequences changed as they aged.  Time out is typically not effective for a teenager that would rather spend most of their waking hours in their room - so it morphed into lawn chores, scrubbing the toilet, loss of privileges etc. 

Caveat:  This method does not work on a young man with schizophrenia.  Nothing works on a teenager with schizophrenia who refuses to take their meds.  The only effective tool there is a cattle prod or tazer - unfortunately CPS does not allow you to shock your children into sanity.  *sigh*  But they allow the local police department to do that.  The magic 1, 2, 3 in his case was 9-1-1. 

I look at positive reinforcement training in dogs as the Magic 1, 2, 3

Corrections are the immediate ' TIME OUT' method.

Both work...and each has their place.  Dogs are not children.  While border collies are extraordinarily smart they do not have a full grasp of cause and effect like humans do.  They need clear, concise and consistent rules...just like kids...or like kids they will run you over.

Okay off my soap box.

Last week when I went to the photo shoot we stopped at several places.  One of my favorites is the Wild Horses Monument 

Ranger and Bonnie love it there


We checked the area out for rattle snakes.  Then broke out Floppy Frisbee for a little exercise.


The scenery is breath taking.  When going east on Interstate 90 you can easily access the monument with a short hike up the hill.  I don't hike.  That is why God made telephoto lenses.  Instead I chose to take pictures of the dogs playing.  Surprised huh?


Ranger is such a wacknut.  He loves floppy.  He loves to toss is around and shake it till it is dead.


The wild flowers and sage brush is gorgeous in the spring.


Almost magical


Sadly it was time to get back into the car and continue our journey to Couer d'Alene.  There is something about a place like this that leaves a brand on your heart.   


On the way home we stopped at the monument on the other side of the freeway.  This side over looked the Columbia River Gorge.  The weather had changed significantly.  Thankfully the dogs are not afraid of thunder or lightening.  We were blessed to quite a show across the gorge.


I tried to get shots of the lighting strikes...but was too slow.




You could smell the rain in the air




The dogs could hear the thunder and feel the electricity.




Bonnie listens to the clap of thunder




But she wasn't bothered.  "Mom, where is the ball? HUH?"


"BALL?"


"Don't mind me, I am a star...I am going to look handsome and enjoy the scenery."




I wonder when Ranger's ego will come back down to earth.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Puppy Road Trip

Tuesday morning we piled into the car for a Road Trip to Moses Lake, WA to pick up two 8 wk old BC puppies and a 8 month old BC needing transport to our side of the mountains.

Being a good Dog lady I give the dogs the requisite potty break & chance to expore. We stopped at one of our favorite trails just before Snoqualmie Pass.

SNOW TIME! YEAH! We are FREE!



Snow, snow, snow, we love the snow!



Whoops, that's a bit deeper than we thought!


Okay enough with the camera Crazy Lady - just throw the ball already.



After having to drag Ranger out of a tree-well that was over his head, we all piled back into the car to dry off and head across the mountain pass.

Next stop, one of our favorites right above the Columbia River - Wild Horse Monument.

Beth didn't care where she was, she had her ball.



Bonnie always feels wonderful about herself after some good ball throwing. She is an aspiring stock dog you know. It is her job to bring anything that is escaping back to mom. Every time mom throws the ball, Beth leaves. Bonnie's job is to chase her and bring her errant butt back to the fold. Amazingly she is successful every single time!



To exercise Crazy Dog Lady's car seat weary backside we decided to hike the trail up to the top of the monument.



Ranger was game



Beth was into it



Dog Lady was too, until we got half way up the hill and realized I left the cell phone in the car. We had to turn back, because without the cell phone, when I had a heart attack and collapsed at the top - there was no way to call for help. Besides, who needs to hike when you have a 24x zoom lens.

Yep, sweet...



Back into the car for the short jaunt to Moses Lake where we had plans to meet with Pat, one of the PNW Border Collie Rescue foster mothers. Pat is an amazing woman. She specializes in litters of puppies. Bonnie came from Pat (more on that story later).

The current puppies are a litter of two working border collies from a ranch in Klamath Falls, OR. Many ranchers treat their dogs like livestock & do not spay or neuter them. We are thankful they give them to rescue, because so many of them are put down the old fashioned way, via a bucket of water or a bullet. This particular rancher, while he loved his dog, he needed get her back to work. Thus he contacted rescue to take the litter. The puppies were just weaned & were to young too adopt out - so Pat has been fostering them for a few weeks and most importantly socializing them. She does a wonderful job with the puppies - they come from her home happy, well adjusted, affectionate & used to the sounds of family life.

Pat also had Susie. A purebred 8 month old pup that was surrendered into rescue because she was chasing the neighbors horses. Susie is being fostered by one of our friends, Vicki. Jazzmine, one if the litter of puppies, needed transport to her adoptive family on this side of the mountains too.

The other puppy needing transport was adopted too ...

Meet Little Miss Puppy-Butt. Also known as Lyndi of KF-5.











It was a long day, full of new smells, new adventures and new friends. Everyone was plumb tuckered out






Welcome to our family Miss Puppy.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Sanity Prevailed

Yesterday we journeyed to 378 miles round trip to George, WA. We stopped to see the Wild Horse Monument near the Columbia. Very cool spot looking down on the Columbia. I think this may be the goofiest picture of John ever.

John and I met Nikki, an amazing woman who has been doing border collie & aussie rescue for over 10 years. Tre was cute as a button.
Ranger, Beth and Bonnie really seemed to like him. He got along with them quite well (in the limited amount of time we spent with him). He really is a lovely little dog. If I had my way, I would have brought him (and Donald) home with me, but sanity prevailed (much to my husband's relief).

This is Donald. In the few minutes I spent with him and the chaos of all the dogs swarming Donald was able to focus on me, treats and clicker in hand. He is one sharp cookie! He would make a lovely agility partner. He was just a little to wild and wooley for our pack.

I dont want to adopt another dog just because I lost Katie. Adopting another dog on impulse it the worst think anyone can do. As much as I loved Tre... and as much as I wanted to bring him home - I didn't. We are going to think about it until after we get back from Texas next week. If I feel I cannot live without him, and I am positive that his addition to our family is the best thing for everyone then I will adopt him. If I have any second thoughts - then Tre will make someone else a wonderful loving companion. He really is a lovely dog.

Being cooped up in the car yesterday seems to have taken its toll on the pups. This morning I made the grave mistake of leaving them in the house while I took a shower. I really should have know better...

I came down stairs to this..., "Uh...Ma, you dont look like you are happy to see me..."

The debris surrounding him happens to be what remains of the super jumbo size box of Swiffer Dusters.



Ranger said Bonnie made him do it.

Bonnie said it was a herd if wild monkeys.