Monday, September 22, 2014

Treats for Me

Today, while Angie was not home (very important part of the story), Chris’ friend came over to our house.  Whenever he visits, the first words he says are, “Can I give Sammie a treat?”  Chris always says, “Yes, but she has to work for anything that she gets.” 

Today was so much fun!  Diego, the friend, opened my kennel, and told me to “sit.”  And then he gave me a treat.  He took me for a walk, and when I waited to cross the street, there was another treat.  On the way home, he told me “down,” and there were more treats.  I NEVER get treats for taking a walk, so this was pretty special.  I could tell that Diego thought I was very smart.  He has a small dog named Jingles who is not as much fun as I am.

When we got home from the walk, Chris told Diego to put me back in my kennel.  Diego said, “Just one more…please?”  That was good news for me because what he meant was, “Can Sammie stay out and get some more treats? Chris said that was OK, and I did whatever I was told, like sitting, lying down, shaking hands, heeling, and using my nose to figure out which hand had the treat.

I think that it is OK once in a while, for somebody to spoil me.  I probably didn’t need all those treats, because I really didn’t do any work like in training. Still, it felt good to have somebody just act like I was a good girl for doing not that much.  Thanks, Diego.  You can come back to our house anytime!

Monday, September 1, 2014

Dogs in Dallas


We traveled to Dallas for training, and it was a lot of fun.  This was my first time there.  Sprinkles and I loaded up in the car together, and we could tell it was going to be a long trip.  I thought at first that we were going to Disaster City, but when we were on the road longer, I knew that we were going to a different place.

The first day we went to a rubble pile.  There was a car and a van in the pile, and that made it different.  There were also new people who hid and tugged with me, and I always enjoy that (if they know how to tug, and these people did).  It was a hot day so I drank a lot of water to stay hydrated.

We spent the night in a hotel, and Angie brought chew bones for Sprinkles and me.  First Sprinkles took my bone, then I took Sprinkles’ bone, and we kept on switching bones.  They are more special like that.  We both tried to jump on the beds because we like leaping from one bed to the other one, but that kind of play is not allowed.  We each slept in a soft kennel, and tried to be good dogs.

The next day we went to the biggest pallet pile I have ever seen.  It is hard to tell you how tall it was.  When I looked up, I could not believe I was going to be able to train on it.  The first time Angie told me to “Search,” I ran so fast that I slipped on a slick piece of plastic.  My back legs fell onto the wood, and my front legs were on the plastic, and I was stuck, not able to move.  Angie came over and lifted me up by the fur on my neck, and I was good to go.  The next problem was also fun because I ran up the other side of the pile, and then down to the ground where somebody was hiding.

I really like going to new places to train because it makes me a better search dog.  Thanks, Angie, for the road trip!