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We’ve had Kasey for a few months now, and mutual adjustments are still being made.  The latest challenging area really hits home, because it’s disturbing our precious sleep.

I don’t know how often Kasey had slept in a crate before she arrived at our house, but I do know that she spent some time in a crate because she came into the family from the Erie County Humane Society.  At first, when she slept with Penny, Kasey was quiet at night.  Then she began to get restless, and we decided to get a separate crate.  She figured out how to escape from the crate, and we would find her in the morning in some odd location.  When we then returned her to the crate, the night-time barking began.

Kasey’s bark is not loud, and it is pitched at a sound register that is just barely distinguishable from the sounds you might hear through an open window.  But it’s like the beginning cries of a newborn who you are trying to train to sleep through the night.  Once you hear it, your brain focuses on the sound, and you can’t ignore it.  It works on your consciousness like steel claws scraping against a blackboard.  You toss and turn, exhausted yet wide awake, eyes dried out, fretting about the fact that you’ve got to get up in five hours — all against the backdrop of that incessant, nerve-jangling barking.  It’s infuriating, and being furious at your dog is not a good thing.

We’ve tried knocking the crate with a baseball bat and giving a stern admonition, which worked with Penny when she had a nightly barking period long ago.  We’ve tried waiting for Kasey to give up on the barking, but she is a stubborn cuss.  We’ve tried returning her to the crate with Penny.  None of those efforts has worked — because, I think, Kasey just doesn’t want to be in a crate.

Now Kish has decreed that we put Kasey in the crate that she can escape, in a nod to Penny’s finely honed sense of crating fairness, recognizing that Kasey will escape and then roam the house (with most upstairs doors closed) until she finds a place to sleep.  That strategy is fraught with peril when it involves a dog that obviously is still getting adjusted and has the ability to leap up onto tables and jump from table to countertop — but last night it seemed to work.  The other option is technological:  we have a device that is supposed to emit a high-pitched sound that only dogs can hear whenever barking begins.  If the current strategy stops working, the dog whistle will be deployed.

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Penny has not been a good dog lately.  Sure . . .  she has, for the most part, gotten over her fascination with chewing every item capable of being pulled off a counter or table and gnashed by her bicuspids, but lately she has taken to barking at night after being put in her crate and yipping in the morning.

Penny's crate

How do you deal with such behavior?  One choice is to let the dog bark and hope it stops.  It turns out, this is a bad choice.  We learned that the dog doesn’t get tired, it just thinks that what it is doing is okay and it should just do it more rapidly and louder than before.  After a few minutes, the occasional yip becomes a torrent of full-throated barks.  This does not make for a restful night’s sleep for dog owners who have a day job.

So, Kish consulted Mrs. Bell, Penny’s breeder and the nearest local equivalent to the Dog Whisperer.  Mrs. Bell explained that dogs are pack animals, and you have to establish who is the dominant dog in the pack.  We therefore had a choice — either we could be the lead dog, or we could yield that lofty status to Penny.  Assuming we wanted the former, Mrs. Bell recommended getting a whiffle ball bat and, the next time Penny started her nighttime barking, to slap Penny’s crate with the plastic bat and, if that didn’t work, to give Penny a swat in the keister until she piped down.

Last night, however, Penny started her barking routine and we were without the bat — so I had to try the dominance routine without a helpful tool.  I stomped downstairs, yelled convincingly, shook the cages threateningly, and popped the cage a few times with my open palm (which hurt, I must admit).  Penny shut up and, to our surprise, stayed quiet for the night and until we got up this morning.

So, in the eternal struggle for dominance between man and dog, chalk one up for man — for today, at least.  Unfortunately, Mrs. Bell advises that the battle for lead dog status is never ending.

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