About a month ago, Trainer Dude payed a visit to our estate for some special private training. His mission? To help us learn to take turns when we are learning our skills. Not as easy as it looks.
We've been working hard, but it is little baby steps, especially when the short attention span dinosaur sized beast is involved.
I made a movie to show you how far we have gotten. We work on taking nommy treats without being greedy and watching each other do target practice and other stuff. The hardest part is sitting still when Momma does a Relentlessly Huge recall, but I am getting it.
Watch the movie here.
That was fun, right? Well, maybe not as much fun is momma's insistence that I learn to crawl under her legs. Seems to me just a lazy woman's excuse for training as she is seated during the "exercise."
What's up with doing this in the kitchen? How can I get any leverage. Yikes! Do I actually bend that way?
I tried to talk some sense into her. She suffers from mastiff vision and always thinks I am so much smaller than I am. Poor me. The crosses one bears.
But she kept demanding, and, well, you can see the results just by the look on my face! ENOUGH!
Wanna watch the movie? Just click here.
Speaking of training, momma signed me up for a six week class of something called Control Unleashed. She says that I need to work on calm attention. Sounds pretty dull to me. Plus it means another six weeks without proper agilities. The RH has been somewhat optimistically signed up for a CGC class. I doubt he'll pass, but it will get him out of the house once a week and stimulate his mentals.