NORWOOD'S PAWDANCE FILM FESTIVAL IS UNDERWAY! I HAVE FOUR ENTRIES.
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In order to prepare for my big date with Tula, I was instructed to go places in the Mastiff Mobile where I could observe people and doggies walking about their business and practice ignoring them.
Eager student that I am, I dutifully boarded up and went to a parking lot located directly across the street from a sidewalk that gets tons of foot traffic.
Imagine my disappointment when NOT ONE person or doggie went by! How the heck am I supposed to practice under these conditions? Come out people.
On second thought, maybe it was a good thing that nobody showed up because I have also been trying out my mental leader (shown here).
I don't much care for it but I do get lots of hot dogs whenever it is on my snooter.
[Note from momma - Mango's new trainer is a big fan of the gentle leader head harness. I've seen lots of dogs get a scared googly eyed look when the harness is pulled tightly on their noses. I don't mind it for steering, but it doesn't seem productive with a bucking bronco who is already upset. To my eye, it is adding to their distress. In these cases, a pinch collar seems more humane, but that tool is forbidden at this particular school. So, if I must use a gentler tool, I prefer the chest harness. Plus even though I got the biggest size gentle leader, it seems too snug to me and I distrust the tiny little buckle, but I am acclimating Mango to wearing it just in case]
A few days later, PeeWee returned from his walkie and alerted me to a construction site close by where there were many workers going in and out and carrying on with their activities, so the next day we went there at exactly the same time that PeeWee had spotted all the activity.
But look! Nothing, nada, not a sign of life. I waited and waited and waited and nothing happened!
I am starting to think that some sort of reverse 9-1-1 goes out whenever I venture off my estate, "Everybody hide! The Mango is coming!"
I did get to sniff around a bit a check out some peemail.
Can we go home now?
Back at my estate we proceeded to perambulate about the front yard. Suddenly, a car drove by, stopped, backed up, and a man jumped out! He started walking right towards my stone wall!
Momma shouted at him, "Stop!" But he kept on coming and blabbing stuff like, "Wow! What kind of dog is that! I've never seen anything like that!" So momma said, "STOP! He is NOT FRIENDLY!" Ouch! That really hurt my feelings. But it did stop the man and I sat in my yard and looked at him and then looked at momma and got a hot dog and then looked at him, back at momma, another hot dog, all the time he and momma are shouting back and forth about me like I'm not even there. How rude.
He hopped back in his car and drove off.
Stupid momma did not take any pictures, but here is a reenactment of me looking at her and there is my stone wall where the man was standing.
[Momma again - the stone wall is not as far away as it looks. Mango would previously have stood up, gone stiff, barked and otherwise put on a display, so the fact that he sat still and was calm is huge progress]
So I think that I did a good job, right? Momma gave me a big hug, a smoochie, and apologized for saying bad things about me.
[Final note from momma - I credit Mango's good behavior to the practice that we have been doing on leash in the safety of the yard. I have also been working a lot on "wait" and just general attentiveness when he is with me. I think that Mango could handle closer encounters, but I can't and if I get tense then he will react to that, so better to err on the side of caution]
That better be the last of your dumb blue italicized comments on MY bloggy you dotty old hen!
In other news, I was catching up on bloggies earlier this week and happened upon one of my floofy tailed girlfriends singing a love song to ME! Yes! I kid you not. Don't believe me? Watch this movie.
Did you hear that? The bootiful Shelby loves the Mango! I know she was saying MANGOOOO! You can watch the original by clicking here. But I warn you that even though you might think otherwise, she is talking to ME!
And here is your moment of Zen. Anybody else hate wheelbarrows?
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
[P.S. From momma - another training victory. Yesterday I was in inside when I heard Mango alarm barking. I went to the window and saw him charging the fence way in the back of the yard because our neighbor was - gasp - mowing his lawn! Mango vanished behind the barn as he chased the tractor, but when I called him he came and got his hot dogs. Previously I would have had to go out and get him. I think he is figuring this out.
And I want to put a plug in for how valuable a lifetime of training is with your dogs. It doesn't have to be obedience (BORING). Agility, flyball, nose work, dog dancing, whatever. I try to always have my dogs in one class or another just to be able to learn new stuff and hang out with other dog people. Even though I haven't been able to take Mango on a proper walk in some time, I (almost) never stopped doing activities with him around the estate. I am now cautiously optimistic that Mango will qualify to go to graduate school. Who would have thought it?]