Sometimes I’m not sure what will inspire me when writing these blogs. This morning it’s my darling husband Gordon. He’s going thru the hall closet with a zeal. I enter the hallway, and look in to inquire to his activities. Now being the thoughtful, caring, helpful wife I ask him what the heck is he looking for.  It is a choke collar to train Star. Of course you can figure out that I have tossed/given away all of these collars. “Well honey, let me look with you.”  I can’t find any. This is where I am hoping his attention span stays short, and he moves on to his favorite hobby- CNN, and worries about everything from the election to the stock market.

I do try and placate him with a soft choke collar for his training sessions with Star. I know boxers are hard headed and difficult at times to train. Maybe it was Kc being so sensitive that has changed my whole approach to training a dog. Yes, we read all the books, from the Monks, to the Dog whisperer, dog training for dummies, and everything in between. With our other boxers we have always had the assistance of a trainer guiding us from sit to stay, heel, and come. It was Uncle Matty’s dog training, and it worked well. The trainers came out to the house once a week, with a new lesson for the dog, and spent an 45 minutes training the dog. You then had the week to practice with your pet the lesson of the week. This way we both got trained. A very successful program in my eyes. 

We even had one boxer Shane who had a real problem with a dog in the neighborhood. He broke from his leash, and all the screaming and training aside he tried to jump the dog. The dog was much bigger, and a german shepherd on top of it. This was a losing battle before it began for this strong willed boxer. When all the fur was done flying, and he was taken to the Vet with blood pouring out of some gash and a few minor contusions,

the owner and I sat down the next day and talked about how to resolve this on going situation. I was just afraid of being sued because of this fool dog. I agreed to send Shane to detention. That was a dog training camp where Shane had to stay for 30 very expensive days. He came home trained and more behaved. Now if the German shepherd passed by us he would keep moving. Sigh of relief, which only lasted 5 maybe 6 months before he went back to hating that one damn dog. Now if we saw it coming I just turned around, and moved down the street in the opposite direction.

Now back to my own dog whisperer, Gordon. He takes both Kc, and Star out each day for training.He does this in front of the house on the street. Good thing we live on a cul de sac, because at times I look out and he is standing there for 10 minutes. Just standing… I think this another word for “Retirement.”

The dogs seem to be holding their own, and he complains that Nobody listens to him. He likes to say “Candy the dogs won’t come, or won’t something, you try it.”  You know what happens here, I call out my sweet fur babies coming running, etc. He throws his hands up, and goes back to his loyal mistress, CNN. I think he turns it up a little louder to drown out all the puppy baby sounds.

Tomorrow is another day, and they be back in the street, working on their routine. It makes me smile to see my man and my fur babies bounding.