The mystery man arrived home last night!!! I had to get some pets from him, because it was like a light bulb turned on in my head. This is the person I have been smelling everywhere but have been unable to find.
The instructor and she who writes were disappointed the bank wasn’t open today. I was very happy, because they used clicker training to teach me where a bus bench was. My favorite part was the a stage for association when I just had to touch the target with my nose to get a click and treat. We did this about 20 times before moving on to b for back chaining. I worked away from the bench and then as we were going toward it she who writes used a dutch word zuk which means to find or touch. Each time I touched, I got a click and treat. Then during the c stage, for completion, the target was taken and I had to show her the bench itself before I got the click and treat.
Before we walked three blocks to a favorite restaurant of the Mystery Man and She Who Writes, the same clicker training thing was done at the church. I know how to find that piano very well!! While they ate, I looked for stuff on the floor very subtly, but came out pretty empty and disappointed. Life is hard being Lancer the Lab!!!
Tomorrow morning we do the DQ route again, but She Who Writes is a little more nervous. It’s a solo, which means no instructor warning us about stuff on the way. It’s basically two straight blocks but still … SWR is nervous about misreading me. I’m getting more confident every day, and I think SWR is too.
I love working with SWR, but not sure about love or partnership yet. I sense she loves me and feels protective of me. I definitely do the same for her when working, But I’ve been through this gig before and don’t know about giving my heart to this creature yet.
We had a pretty quiet night, and Lancer handles music and sound reactive lights ok.
This morning we went to the DQ two blocks away and had plenty of polls and beams for correcting mistakes. In addition to the obedience before the trip, we did some initial clicker work. First I learned how to click and treat keeping my hand away from the pouch until a second or two after clicking. Then Nicole said a series of numbers, and whenever she said the number 4 I was supposed to click and treat. Finally, She held the target on a telescoping stick, and Lancer hit the bell on the target to get a click and treat. Clicker training is optional, and I am still not sold on this, but will go to the next stage of putting the target on the door.
Lancer was silly at park time midday. He must have peed when I didn’t know it, because he started rolling around in the grass. Then he found a toy in the toy box I’m pretty confident about but not quite. it’s a hard rubber stick thing with a ball attached at each end Phil calls a dumb bell.
This is written later in the day. Turns out we have two dumb bells, and of course he wants to play with the squishy one which isn’t as good for him. It looks more indestructible than the stuffed toys his puppy raisers warned me against. It’s the first toy he’s shown more than a second’s interest in having near him.
This afternoon we did two mini trips in the car. First stop was parking away from our doctor’s office. We’re planning to take the bus next week, and we’ll deal with the midblock crossing with the audible pedestrian signal. Today was just to approach the driveway in which the office is located. This meant more work on suggestive lefts and rights. Then it was off to the vets to hand over his paper work . We approached it and the bus stop to come home . He showed me both perfectly.
Lancer is very relaxed around the piano being played, so now I can do that assuming Phil doesn’t come home tonight. Phil is one frustrated man, because no one is answering his calls. The diagnosis for the skin disorder is one of two things, and the second is a medication reaction. I don’t want to say the first in case I’m wrong about it. Phil wants to be home in the worst way, and I think he’ll be pretty upset if they keep him another night.
I had Lancer’s puppy profile read. He grew up with a 20-something couple and their Black Lab who was just a year older. His best friend was a German Shepherd’ named Howy.
It turns out he was with another graduate for three months who decided a dog didn’t fit in with her lifestyle. He seems perfect for mine, so he’s not going anywhere … unless it’s to guide me.