So yesterday you saw how I’m teaching Gustavo his dogwalk. We patch it together on real dogwalks every time we see one (like how often do you just see a dogwalk?) or on my contract trainer of a wobbly patio table thing. A-frame though, is all about Hauling Ass. So we go practice on a real one every time we can. He gets a click when he hits the yellow paint (which so far is almost Every Single Time!) and then he runs out for the reward that I either throw or is waiting in his tupperware.

I can be pretty far away already, I always run really, really fast too. It is like a race.

I have to watch careful so I don’t click if he misses it. But I think he’s getting it. I think I’m going to raise it a bit soon.

He’s the first dog I’ve trained all by myself. Without really asking for much advice, or having him in a class. Just doing things the way that I want to try and that I think will work for him. This isn’t neccessarily a good thing. I don’t have proven results to swear by and I’m not always the most disciplined trainer. I obsess on my canopy color and whether my shoes are ugly. My dogs screw up sometimes and I have never, ever won a Steeplechase Finals. Except with Hobbes. And I didn’t train him so that doesn’t really count. But I just have this feeling that this is all going to work. And it’s just kind of funner this way.