Learning and Teaching Never Stops

I can tell that I have been neglecting Quinn’s training. And it is all my fault.

Quinn will pick up whatever I ask. She will carry the item to me. She can pull off my socks (and shake them dead). She helps me sort the laundry since something always falls.

But Quinn won’t come when I call her. And she STILL does not know how to walk “loose leash”.

And it is my fault. I dropped her training ball (pun not intended. sorta)

Joella was the same thing with recall (come). She’d be sniffing or looking at something, look up at me, and say “I’m busy. Just a sec.” Quinn looks at me and says “Nothing you are doing or want me to do is more important than this smell. You can wait.” Maybe it is the Rottweiler in her.

She is a wonderful, smart, happy dog but she’s also very “show me the money”. Where’s the treat. Joella wasn’t food motivated except for cheese. Quinn will eat ANYthing. Sticks, rocking chairs, porch railing, porch posts…

We do little stuff all the time. I drop things here at my desk and she gives it to me. She will put it in my hand, no matter where that hand is. She’s a little weird (ha, understatement) in that she doesn’t quite get that I want her to get what I am pointing at. She will look for something else, usually something easier to pick up or more fun.

Anyway, in working with her task training, she’ll also be more willing to do regular dog stuff. I hope.

Public Access

The main purpose of a Service Dog is assisting the person with disabilities (PWD) with tasks both at home and away from home. The PWD has the right to take their Service Dog anywhere the human can go (there are few exceptions). The business or public entity has the right to ask the PWD to remove the dog should the dog be disrupting the service provided. For example, urinating on the floor, barking, and sticking its nose into food items that are not the PWD’s. This is made possible via the Americans Disability Act (see my other site for federal laws).

One of the things PWDs try to do is get the dog used to every public situation they can. Restaurants, stores, sidewalks, whatever the dog will be exposed to while working. This helps the dog feel safe. Some states have “service dog in training” laws. This grants the PWD the opportunity to do public access training with their dog as soon as possible instead of only being able to go to dog friendly places (see my other site for state law information).

Quinn has been to restaurants, one or two stores, parks, sidewalks, pet stores. Not much. Mostly because we currently do not have a way to transport my wheelchair so we are limited where I can go. I can walk but only so far (see “Why I Use a Chair“). I use a store’s scooter whenever available. Quinn never paid any attention to the scooters. Didn’t care. She walks closer to me than Joella ever did. Jo was notorious for going as far as the leash would let her which is why I had a 4 foot leash vs a 6′. Especially after the Birmingham Church Service Incident.

SDs need to be as unobtrusive as possible. There’s a recent wave of believing they should “tuck” themselves into tiny little spaces so to not bother anyone around them. I am not a follower of that philosophy. I put my sticks away so no one will trip over them, yes, but my chair? I don’t make that smaller. Why should I make my dog? Of course, I’d not let her lay in the middle of the aisle; that would be stupid and dangerous. But I’m also not going to force her to lay under the table, draped over the bits of it. Typically I removed a chair from the table and Jo took that spot. Quinn? Oy. Quinn doesn’t understand the concept of “people are going to step on you, silly”. If she lays under the table she can’t see what is going on! Right?

Joella slept everywhere we went. She didn’t care and easily got bored. McCormick Field for a baseball game? Once warm up was over (she loved watching them through the ball around) she laid down and took a nap. If I was sitting still for more than a few minutes, she was so over it. Quinn will never be bored. She will probably not sleep through anything. Maybe once she gets used to everything but I don’t think so. She is the only dog we have ever had who did not sleep during car rides. Even driving up North, she was awake almost all the time.

So Quinn and I need to work on public access stuff. She needs to meet a wider variety of people. Dark skinned folks, bald folks, screaming kids, babies in strollers. She needs to learn to be patient while I shop. She needs to keep an eye on me so she can follow my path.

We (me, L, and Quinn) went to Long John Silver’s last week. Quinn was calm, cool. She got excited about the ice machine (first time meeting one) but then she lay beside me and never moved. And if you know Quinn, that was amazing. Absolutely amazing. Quinn still? Wow.

My goal is to get myself out of this house at least once a week and take Quinn inside some establishment. It will be good for my mental health and it will be good for her.

Working Around My Limitations

Training Quinn is easy and fun. But only when my body says it is okay to do training. And most days, it doesn’t even want to get out of bed.

So what to do on those days?

We work on manners (sit, back up, wait) because we do NOT want her to knock me down even on a good day! We do this at doorways, while I am at a counter making lunch, or just when I go to the bathroom. Quinn follows me everywhere.

We work on retrievals. Makes sense since I can’t bend down to pick stuff up on bad days! I also am making an effort to name everything now. “Get it” becomes “get my towel” (I keep on on my armrest for support) or “get the keys”.

We go outside. Now that spring is almost kinda sorta here, there are days when I can go outside with them and sit on the Dog Deck. Watching Quinn outside is a treat. And exhausting since she is so enthusiastic about everything she does. When we are outside, I will call her to me just to reinforce it.

So there’s things one can do on bad days. Even if just small things, the dog will love the interaction and your spirits will most likely lift a little.


Quinn may be a nut. She may be rather hyperactive-slash-enthusiastic.

But she has a brain and is learning how to use it. Which is frightening and joyous at the same time.

For example, she figures stuff out on her own. Training her isn’t just about tasks, but keeping that brain active and allowing her to figure out the puzzles. Like, I accidentally dropped something. Asked her to pick it up. I couldn’t bend forward so I kept my hand on my knee, palm up, and asked her to give it to me. Because my chair was partially reclined, she couldn’t just simply put it in my hand. She had to step up onto the footrests and put it in my hand. Not my lap, my hand. And it took her just a few seconds to figure it out. I watched the wheels turn and heard the rocks grind in her noggin.

And it was like any other kind of “shaping” a behavior except she did it herself. She knew she had to put her feet on the footrests in order to reach me. We do this a lot. She knew she had to put the item in my hand, something we always do. She combined the two and bingo! it was in my hand.

Now, keep in mind this is Quinn. The Mistress of Duh. The dog that runs and hits her head but keeps on going.

We did the same thing to teach her, in one or two tries, how to walk by my side. She doesn’t STAY there yet, but we’re getting there. How? She knows “touch it”. She knows me patting my thigh means “come here”. So I pat my thigh and put my hand down, palm back. She comes back, turns around, and touches her nose to the palm. Alas, she is almost immediately off again, but that distance is closing. She’s not going as far.

Quinn is also off leash now! I wouldn’t trust her just anywhere yet, but she’s getting better. How? She knows “get in the van” so runs right to it. Well, yeah, she wanders along the way, mostly because I take so long to get there. And once, just once, she saw a squirrel run from the ramp and up the tree so each time she has to go check out the tree. So to get from van to house, I said “let’s go to the house”. With her on leash, we walked directly to the front door with me saying the cue about twice more. Then I started dropping the leash and she’d drag it behind her as she went to the front door. (but she often would stop, pick it up, and hand it back. Bless her heart) Finally I stopped using the safety of the leash and just said the cue. She doesn’t go straight to the door. She does wander a bit. But not out of sight. And by the time I get to the door, she is, too.

Next week I’ll brainstorm about what other tasks or training she needs and we’ll work out a plan! Okay? Okay!

Been a while, eh?

Wow. I’ve fallen in my duties of announcing Quinn’s awesomeness! How dare I!? Right?

Quinn is 2.5 yrs old. Can’t believe I let her live this long. Just kidding. Kinda.

Puppyhood with Quinn was a trial. She was a sweetheart until we tried to make her do something she didn’t want to do. We worked with a trainer to learn how to handle it and the behavior slowly went away. She’s still stubborn, though! And I’m fine with that.

Quinn is now officially a Service Dog! She’s doing tasks that assist me as a person with disabilities. She doesn’t do her business in public. She could be better with where she puts her nose but that’s improving. We’ve not done a grocery store although she’s gone into several restaurants. Quinn is so enthusiastic about everything she does. On the one hand, I don’t want to diminish that curiosity. On the other hand, I don’t want her to be obnoxious. I want her to listen to ME, not her nose.

Quinn knows a lot of tasks. She can retrieve several items by name (leash, stick/crutch) and we’re working on others (shoe, Lorna). She can do these things with either hand gestures or vocal cues. She loves loves taking off my socks.

I am going to make an effort to post here at least once a week. I am trying to get out of the time sucking, brain draining, blood pressure raising entity that is Facebook. Quinn has a page there and of course I do. So here’s hoping I keep up with my self-proclamation, eh?

Chews for a Growing Pup

Quinn was very “mouthy” as a pup. And she had a bit of aggression for a short while. Chewing on things seemed to soothe her so we went through a lot of stuff to find what kept her interest yet didn’t go away after one session.

When she was small, we used the Yak milk chews. Wonderful things. She loved them. But as she grew, they didn’t last as long because she would bite off chunks and then barf them up.

Then we switched to Benebones. They were lasting a long time and The Boys liked them, too. They’re not exactly edible but as long as the dog is able to chew off only rice-sized pieces or smaller, all is well.

Except for Quinn. She’s always had a sensitive stomach. She started eating dirt. And was almost frenetic about it. Even if we went somewhere, the first thing she would do is look for dirt to eat. We put her on a vitamin for a while and that seemed to work. But then she took up the culinary arts of eating raw grass.

Continue reading “Chews for a Growing Pup”

Pumpkin Treats!

I made a treat for the dogs the other night.

1 can plain pumpkin
1 can’s worth of yogurt (it may have been plain vs vanilla)
3/4 can’s worth of water (use to rinse out can before adding)

Put it in my blender and made a gross smoothy. It was thinner than I wanted but it still works. Next time I won’t add much water.

I then poured some into an ice cube tray and put the rest in the rinsed out yogurt container since I’d emptied it.

I gave Quinn some of the leftover. She snarfed it then went nuts for more. I didn’t give her any because I’m mean.

The next day, I popped out three of the ice cubes and gave them to the dogs. They loved ’em. Even Sam, who is hard to get to eat veggies and fruit. He’s a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy.

Dogs can have about 1-4 tablespoons per day. It adds fiber and can help with both diarrhea and constipation. You don’t want to give too much or it can cause both issues. It isn’t supposed to be given every day, not a spoon of it straight from the can with each meal. It can be a diluted treat like I did or just use it once or twice a week. And if used for constipation or diarrhea, if the problem isn’t fixed within 24hrs, go to your vet!

Quinn has a sensitive stomach (hard to believe but yeah) and I’m trying to come up with treats for her. One ice cube is not much so I can treat them twice a day, making them feel special.

(both links became broken. ah well. just take my word for it)

Some Progress

I had to go into L’s bank today (I call it Fells Wargo) and I took Quinn. She wore her leather harness for the first time.

Harness: Oy. I’m not sure it is going to work for us. It is actually slightly big for her still. And it doesn’t just slip on, strap it, go. It is more along the lines of figure out the front, unbuckle, slip her leg in, realize it is backwards after all (harness, not her leg), convince her to relax her leg so I can pull it back out, and so forth. I need to take it somewhere and have them replace the velcro and put more holes in for the chest strap.

Quinn: Princess Knucklebutt needs to remember how to walk on a leash (called loose leash walking)! And we need to work on a “look at me, dammit” cue. She was calm, which is good. She went into a down easily, that is good. I stood on the leash while I interacted with the hyper teller. But when said teller stood on something so she could lean over and see Quinn, Princess Knucklebutt wouldn’t look at me. At all. Something better had her attention. BUT, when we were finally done, I removed my foot from the leash and asked her to get it. She did. Without hesitation. Doing a task at home is one thing. Doing it when away from home and when distracted? Perfect Precious.

Which Means:

  • Work on leash manners
  • Develop a “focus” cue
  • Do something about harness

and also:

  • come up with command/task list(s)
  • prioritize training
  • start training every day

Training Begins!

Today was Errand Day, also known as Monday. Quinn went with us everywhere but did not go into any place we went. She did learn some table manners when we ate outside at Nick’s (a wonderful Greek kinda place with wonderful burgers). She’s been there before but this time, I had her do tasks while still being calm. I “accidentally” dropped my keys several times. She picked them up immediately and loved the chicken from my gyro. She remained in place (against my chair) for most of our time there. She did do some floor surfing (which, really, I’m not opposed to as a SD handler but some handlers believe it is wrong) and scootched around a lot.

We worked on “wait” while the van doors were left open. She’s doing better with the back door being left open but the side door “wait until I say you can come out or not” needs some work. We even left her in the van, windows down, while we went inside the laundromat. I could see the van from where we were. She didn’t even stick her head out!

Her harness I need to do some work on. It needs cleaning and the Velcro replaced. Since it is leather, I’ll have to find someone who can do it. It is plain brown so I’ll need to come up with ways to mark her as a Service Dog. Identification, capes, etc are not necessary according to the Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA) but nearly everyone has something.

And speaking of the harness, I need to teach her “stand”. It is a body position quite useful for when gear is being put on or the harness adjusted, or whatever!

photo of Quinn at my feet on the concrete patio outside Nick's Grill

Officially Service Dog in Training!

So I’ve made my decision. An easy one but one I had to consider all the ducks and line them up.

Quinn is now a Service Dog in Training (SDiT).

What does that mean? In North Carolina (and many other states) a handler with an SDiT has the same access rights as one with a “real” SD. I can take Quinn wherever I go. Before, we’ve only gone to dog friendly places and one trip to Blue Mountain Pizza. It’s time for her to learn that the tasks she does at home, she is to do AWAY from home, too. In all situations and places. Time to add distractions (kids, other dogs, smells) and practice, practice, practice.

With Joella, I used a red cape. It was easy to put on and take off and it was, like, RED. On her black coat, it really looked good. Not that anyone paid much attention to the “do not pet” patches but that’s another post.

But what I don’t like about most SD gear is the part in the front goes straight across the shoulders vs dipping down into a Y to go down the chest and reconnect to the belly part. Those that go straight across tend to restrict shoulder movement, or, at the least, make the dog think it is restricted. This can lead to muscle and bone issues. It is the standard, however, and finding one for Quinn that I liked was getting difficult.

Then a friend who knew someone who knew someone with a service dog had a leather harness they needed to rehome. The friend asked my friend if she knew anyone. Which means I have a cool leather harness for Quinn. I need to get some stuff to clean and protect it but it’s a nice harness. And it does not restrict shoulder movement at all. It is plain brown so I’ll need to add stuff to it to make it look “official”.

By law, a service dog does not need to wear any identification at all. It’s just folks expect it and it makes it a LOT easier. Jo’s had a “Service Dog” patch and a “Working, Do Not Pet” patch. Quinn’s will be more subtle I think. I’ll do a velcro spot with patches to make it look “official”.