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Carlin did his thing today, well, actually, several of his things. Early this morning, he ran around in a park, burning off energy (and I think generating more) as he ran. We’re lucky here in Boise. From November 1st to February 28th, many of the public parks are open to off-leash dogs. The theory is that the dogs will scare off the geese. And right now, the morning temperatures are in the mild mid-40s F, so the grass isn’t frozen and the ponds are not ice. So Carlin and Tooey both ran around to almost their hearts content, on green mowed grass, with nary a grass awn or goat head to bother anyone.

Then, off we went to meet an unofficial subset of a local hunting retriever club. I had met one of their members at the Treasure Valley dog shows several weeks ago, and hearing that we had Irish Water Spaniels who needed a group to train with, she invited us out to train this morning.

Russ was handling Carlin, so I stood out in the field and threw bumpers. I like that job — you can get a good view of all the dogs and how they work. There was quite a variety of breeds represented. Labs, of course, but also a Golden Retriever, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever, a Flat Coated Retriever, and today, and Irish Water Spaniel.

This is a retriever group, so we worked on marked retrieves and blinds. Fortunately, Carlin has not forgotten all his training during the long months while we were preparing to move, packing, actually  moving, and settling in. He stayed pretty steady at the line (with a reminder or two), and he did a great job of finding his 100 yard blind retrieve. He also did fine on the shorter marks, but got a bit lost on the 120 yard marks — we’ll have to work on those.

One of the fellows in the group brought his camera along, and got a great photo of Carlin running back with a bumper. You can see the kind of cover we were working in, the fact that it wasn’t raining, Carlin’s short field cut, and the intensity in his eyes.

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Carlin returning with his bumper–photo by John Arrington

When everyone was done training, we came home for lunch, a shower, and a bit of re-grouping. Then Carlin and I headed out to the state fairgrounds for his third rally trial. It was a lovely small show put on by the Idaho Capital City Kennel Club. There was Obedience in the morning, with Rally Obedience starting in mid-afternoon. The novice classes always go last, so I didn’t actually have to be there until 3 PM or so. I watched the dogs working at the Excellent level, which is always a treat because you get to see such good work. (I was disappointed that yesterday’s exhibitor in a wheelchair didn’t compete today. Watching her and her dog do both Excellent and Advanced Rally really made my heart happy. They were such a great team, in wonderful harmony with each other.)

Today I hoped Carlin would do better than he did yesterday, and he did! Yesterday, during his second trial, he bested his first qualifying run of 83 with an 87. He was distracted yesterday by this horrible air conditioning system that screamed before it started blowing cool air, and then by a young dog who also screamed at something. Carlin has been a nervous competitor, and these distractions made yesterday’s run a real test of his concentration. He knocked over a sign and sat crooked at some of the Sits and Halts, but he also did a nice job with most of the 270 and 360 degree turns and the serpentines around the cones.

So, with these two qualifying scores, today I was just hoping for something better than an 87. I’d have been happy with an 88, but Russ sent us out the door today, telling Carlin to get a 90.

He kept it together much better with the screaming air conditioner today (I am not exaggerating — I saw people jump every time it came on), and with fewer dogs in the show today, he seemed to be quite a bit calmer. He sat and downed much straighter, and he mentally stayed with me for most of the run. What a good boy — this is hard for him, and he really tried hard.

We beat the 90 Russ told us to get. We ended up with a yellow squeaky toy, a green ribbon for a score of 93, a 4th place ribbon, and an RN title ribbon! I am so proud of my boy, and pleased that we can work together.

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When we were done, I got Carlin a vanilla ice cream cone, and then we headed home to dinner.

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It’s Friday now. We spent half of Wednesday and all of yesterday traveling home from Montana, along rivers and over mountain passes. If this hadn’t been fire season, it would have been a beautiful drive. As it was, the grey, dusty, smoke obscured the skies and the scenery in both Montana and Washington state. We drove past staging areas filled with people and fire-fighting gear, temporary road signs that said, “Fire ahead. DO NOT STOP”, and whole swaths of blackened ground and charred trees. It made me grateful for all these people and the work they do, protecting the wild areas that I love to use and enjoy.

So, having described Wednesday’s land work in my last post, now on to Wednesday’s water work…

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The water was this lovely, large pond. We used the same area, marked on the map with a “3”, previously in the week. First Carlin and I watched two other dogs (including Tooey) do their water work. Then it was Carlin’s turn.

The gunners, standing back from the peninsula, were going to try to bring the bird down on the other side of the peninsula, so that Carlin would have a land-water-land-water mark. But, the duck actually landed in the water off the point. Unfortunately, Carlin was not steady this time — in other words, when the gun went off, he got up out of his sit. So I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off the line and back over the dike that contains the pond. (Having watched the other dogs may have been too much distraction for him.)

We tried to use one of the other dogs as a “pick up” dog, but she wasn’t advanced enough in her training to retrieve a bird that she hadn’t seen fall. So, after a break, I brought Carlin back to the line to see if he could get it. I positioned the two of us facing the bird, but Carlin was busy looking around for a gunner rather than looking where I was facing. So at the same time that the gunner put a shot into the water near where the duck was floating, I took Carlin’s collar with my right hand, put my left hand pointing to the bird just to the right of his head, and gave him the hand signal that my obedience trainer is just starting to teach us. He pointed himself in the right direction, and I sent him off with a “take it!”

He did that whole 75-yard swim, directly at the bird. And then he picked it up, and swam directly back, dragging that heavy bird through the milfoil. He held the bird onto the land about half way to me, but then dropped it to shake. Sigh. I went over to him, put the duck back into his mouth, told him so sit, walked off about 8 paces, called him to me, and this time he delivered the duck to hand.

Ok, so one more time.

This time he was steady to shot, and so I sent him off. He swam, picked up the bird, brought it back, and again dropped it to shake when he got back to shore. I put it back into his mouth and told him “Hold”, but he spit it out. I put it back into his mouth again, told him “Hold” again, and he spit it out again. A third time, I put it back in his mouth, and this time also pushed my index finger up into the underside of his chin, lowered my voice an octave, and repeated “Hold”. For 10 very long seconds, I repeated “Good Hold” and he held it. Finally, I said “Drop”, and he put it in my hands.

“Good hold, Carlin. Good boy!” I said. He glanced at me, and wandered off aimlessly. The boy was tired. A full morning’s fieldwork, four 75-yard swims, on top of 4 solid days of training. But then I changed my voice to a song, “Really good, good boy. What a boy, good boy. You a good dog? You get a bird? You got your bird!! Good boy, good dog!” He looked back up, came back to me, and started to dance around trying to get the duck I still held in my hand. We played and I sang “What a good boy! What a good dog! Good boy, good dog.”

It was a good time to stop for the day. I didn’t really want to stop for the week because an opportunity to train like this is a rare luxury. But I could see that we were all tired and could use a lazy day at home. So we said goodbye to Richard and Laura, packed up, and took off west and south for home.

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Today, Wednesday, was not supposed to be our last day of training. But after Carlin did a beautiful job of quartering two different fields; finding, and retrieving his bird on each; and then after doing two 75-yard water retrieves, Carlin was done. He was tired. My brain was about full to the brim, too. So we decided to call it a day, a day early, and go home. (And honestly, I think Richard was looking for a well-earned day off, as well.)

The day started off in a field of low cover, about 8 to 12 inches of grasses. If you look at the photo below, it’s the field labeled “1”.

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This day’s training was set up to mimic a hunt test. While Richard ran a Springer, Carlin and I followed along behind. This often happens in spaniel hunt tests, where one dog follows the working dog. This is done so that if the 1st dog finds and retrieves all its birds before running the whole course, the 2nd dog comes up and starts the course where the 1st dog finished. Carlin has never done this before, and it was not easy. It’s HARD watching another dog getting all the birds. He wasn’t perfectly quiet, but he wasn’t barking and he wasn’t wildly jumping around, either, so that’s good.

When the Springer was done, Carlin and I advanced a few yards up the field, and I sent him off upwind with a “Hunt It Up!” Carlin did fine. I am the one who is still learning how to read my dog and remember what to do about it. Carlin, like Cooper and Tooey both, tends to range out too far. He’s busy looking for birds, which is good, but out of gun range, which is not good. So my task has been to whistle Carlin back into gun range and indicate the direction I want him to go. During our week in Montana, I’ve really improved at this.

What I’m slowly getting better at is noticing the changes in Carlin’s body posture when he’s found a bird. Like I said in an earlier post, it’s like first learning to drive a car and trying to remember to both notice the other cars and steer, shift, and brake all at the same time. If he’s found a bird, even if it’s a little out of range, I don’t want to whistle him off it — better for me to move up quickly to where he is. So noticing when he’s “getting birdy” is key.

Richard and Russ both have told me that when Carlin first gets a whiff of a bird, he raises his nose, head, and neck high up into the air. Then when he’s located his target, his head goes forward again, his tail extends back, and after a bit, he dives his head into the bird. I have to notice when his head first goes up in the air and be ready to decide if a) there really is a bird there and be ready to move up to him, or b) there really isn’t a bird there, and whistle him back toward me. Today, finally, I did that part well, decided there really was a bird, and moved up.

So, Carlin found his bird, I moved up to him smartly, the bird flushed, and what did I do? I told him to “Take It”. Argh!!! Absolutely the totally wrong thing for me to say. I should have whistled or commanded him to “Sit”. Fortunately, Carlin ignored my command and sat, as he’s been taught to do when a bird flies. Good, good dog.

So, the bird flew, Russ brought it down, I sent Carlin with the “Take It” command, and he retrieved it and delivered it to hand. Good boy, Carlin.

Then we repeated the whole thing on field “2”. We switched fields and directions to give Carlin a different picture and experience working downwind. This time, both Carlin and I did everything right. I whistled at the right times and stayed quiet at the right times. I moved at a slow enough pace to enable Carlin to quarter the whole field. He found his bird, I noticed it and moved up, he flushed it, sat to shot until I sent him, and then retrieved it smartly to hand. What a wonderful success to end field work on for the day.

My next post will be about today’s water work. Stay tuned.

 

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The two hunters, one who knows and one who is learning:

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Tooey and Carlin next to the stand of Russian Olive trees

Today was not so much an official training. It was more of a hike with the dogs through a variety of terrains: stands of Russian Olive trees, hillsides covered with grasses and sweet blooming flowers, and ponds surrounded by bogs and cattails.

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Carlin in the pond

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Tooey at the edge of the cattails

The point today was not to retrieve birds, but to get Carlin excited about real-life hunting by watching Tooey and by finding and flushing birds.

Tooey knew exactly what we were out there for. Once we sent the dogs off, she was scenting the wind, following bird trails, and searching likely spots where birds would hide. She was, as usual, methodical and thorough, not leaving a spot until she was satisfied there were no birds there. Carlin started out looking like he was just having a romp.

If Tooey has any fault, it’s working a bit too far away from the hunters. But that gave me an excellent opportunity to call Carlin back to me when he followed Tooey too far out, so that he would learn the useful distance is from dog to gunner.

As the morning wore on, the two dogs together flushed 9 pheasants and a covey of Hungarian partridges, and the more we got into the day, the more focused Carlin became.

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Flushed pheasant over the cattails

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Flushed pheasant flies off

A couple of those pheasants flew up right in front of Carlin’s nose. And one, Tooey had cornered up against the base of a tree, and when Carlin crashed in behind her, the bird flew up and out right in their faces. And after rustling around in 5-foot high cattails, the two of them flushed a hen pheasant, a rooster, and a young bird from the second hatch, all in one great flutter of wings. The others were flushed as the dogs traversed the fields and the ridges surrounding the ponds.

It was an exciting morning, and all of us thoroughly enjoyed the day and the hike, the cool cloudy weather, and the opportunity to watch the older dog do what she knows how to do so well and the younger dog begin to see what can be found with a good nose and a steady pace.

We did one quartering exercise with Carlin. He quartered nicely within gun range and found his pigeon. When the bird flew, Carlin stayed steady in place (yay!), and waited until the bird fell and I sent him for it. And then he finished it off with a lovely delivery to hand.

Then Tooey practiced her hunt dead. Russ sent her out in a line to the bird, but she had her own ideas about how to find it. She hunted around in her own methodical style, found it within a few minutes, and delivered that to hand.

We debated briefly about continuing on with the training, but both dogs had worked pretty hard in the morning, and they had just done some very successful birdwork practice. So we decided to stop for the day. That was obviously the right choice, as the skies chose just a few moments later to open up in a thunder-and-lightening downpour so hard that we couldn’t see as we drove away. So we pulled off the road and waited happily for the weather to clear.

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From Tooey:

I read Carlin’s post from yesterday, and it was pretty good, but he forgot one very important fact. We are in Montana now. And I have now gotten birds in Montana.

That means that I have gotten birds in eight states: Oregon, Washington, California, Idaho, Utah, Colorado, Kansas, and now Montana. Plus, don’t forget British Columbia. Carlin has only gotten birds in Oregon, Washington, and Montana. He has some catching up to do.

Now from Patrice:

Both dogs did a pretty good job today. Not perfect, but OK. Both had to be reminded to hold their birds. On her second and third tries, Tooey was finally steady at the water, waiting until sent to retrieve the birds. Both dogs found birds, but sometimes they had to be reminded to follow instructions while doing so. And Carlin ended the day by breaking, leaving my side for the retrieve before being sent. That ended our session and we marched Carlin back to the car — he has to learn that breaking ends all the fun right then and there.

But mostly I’m the one who needs to practice. I am still not quite seeing when Carlin’s body language changes. Richard and Russ both see when Carlin’s head goes up, indicating that he’s scented a bird, or when his nose is going down, indicating that he’s about to drop the bird he’s just picked up. But I’m not there yet.

For me it’s like learning to driving a car: there are so many little behaviors and observations that have to practiced over and over until one doesn’t have to think about it anymore. For example, here I am noticing that Carlin is almost too far out of gun range and trying to remember which whistle sound to use to call him back in, that I don’t quite notice Carlin’s sudden double-take, indicating that he’s scented a bird.

Watching Russ and other handlers over the years at spaniel hunt tests has made this whole field dance look much easier than it is.

But in this lovely place, it’s not all work and no play. After doing land and water work with both dogs, Richard and Laura generously lent us their kayak so that we can “kayak the dogs” in a nearby reservoir. Great exercise for all of us, especially those with “Water” as their middle name.

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We took another car ride today. We take lots of car rides. Today we drove out to a new place, and… Hey! I know those guys! That’s Richard and Laura! I’ve gone to their house lots of times. When I’m with those guys, I usually get to flush and retrieve birds!

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Carlin, Richard, Russ, Logan, and Laura

But I haven’t seen Richard in a month, and I haven’t gotten to practice out in a real field for a couple of weeks. I kind of forgot what I’m supposed to do when we’re out in a field. I did remember how to go back and forth across a field. When we got down to a grassy field down in a swale, I did that back and forth part really well. But it was so windy! I didn’t smell any birds down in that swale. But then Russ found a bird up above the swale, so Trice and I went to look at it, and oh boy! I wagged my tail and then pushed my nose onto that bird, and it flew away. Russ brought the bird down, and it landed back down in the swale.

I ran down, and I found it, and oh boy! look! I found it! Trice is saying something about “take it”, but I kind of forgot what that means. Everybody seems to be disappointed, but I am not sure why. So then, Richard threw a pigeon, and Russ shot it, but it fell down over a cliff. Am I supposed to go all the way down there?

So then Tooey came out. She is so smart. She’s done this lots of times, and she hasn’t forgotten what she’s supposed to do. So Russ took Tooey down into the same swale, and she found LOTS of birds. They must have gotten there after I left. But she found them, and flushed them, and mostly retrieved them. Hey! Maybe she’s not so smart. She forgot that she’s supposed to hold onto the bird all the way until she gets to Russ and then GIVE THE BIRD TO HIM. She wanted to keep the birds.

By then, it was hot. I was thirsty and just wanted to lie in the shade. So we left that field and went to a pond. Oh good! Swimming!

I did a really nice job at the pond. Birds flew out over the water, and Russ and Logan shot them for me. I leapt out into the water. I do really good leaps. So I leapt out into the water, and grabbed the bird, and brought it back to Trice. Well, almost. I dropped it once, and Richard put it back into my mouth. I forgot that I’m supposed to hold onto the birds. Sometimes the wet ones don’t taste good, so I forget to hold onto them. But after that first one, I did three more. I got a duck and some pigeons. And I did a really good job. Trice reminded me to hold the birds, so I remembered to bring them right to her. I was a good dog.

Tooey got to retrieve some birds out of the pond, too. She was also a good dog. But it was very hard for me to watch her go get the birds. I wanted get all the birds! I even got up out of my sit, and wow, was Richard not happy with that. He came over and put me back in my sit. You gotta watch that Richard. He doesn’t let you get away with anything.

Since I was nice and cool and wet, we went out into the field again, and I retrieved three birds. That first one took me a couple of tries. Trice said “take it”, and I ran out, but then I was confused about what I was supposed to do, so I came back to Trice. But then the next three birds, I did a really good job. Everybody said so. Russ even took pictures.

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Carlin and chukar

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Carlin comes back with chukar, even though he can’t see

Trice was so happy that we did a Happy Dog dance with that chukar. It was fun!

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Trice and Carlin celebrate a good day of training

I hope we get to go do it again soon!

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Mostly I love car rides. You hop in, and just little while later, you hop out and run around and sniff things. Sometimes there are bunnies to chase or birds to retrieve, and there is almost always grass to eat. But I’ve got to say, it was a horribly long drive yesterday, just to end up in some motel. Montana, I think I heard Russ say. Montana. Something like that. Horribly long. And boring. Especially if you’re a a couple of dogs in a crate in the back of the car, like Carlin and me. Nothing to do, no where to go. Not much to sniff, except Russ’s snacks (which, I will admit, he did share. Eventually.) Boring. Even Carlin’s whining to get out got boring after a while. I told him to shut up, but he didn’t.

That whole one long day stuck in the car, we only got out at these crowded rest stops at the side of the road. Lots of cars, lots of people. Not much to sniff except other dogs’ poop. And way way too hot. Russ and Trice kept exclaiming about, “Now it’s 102! Can you believe it? Oh, now it’s plunging down to 99!” Also boring. So then we ended up at this motel. I’ve been to lots of motels going to dog shows. I don’t mind those. You get to jump from bed to bed, sleep on top of special sheets on the bed, and you get to go to new places to sniff and pee. Sometimes you can find the smell of rats near the dumpsters. Not totally boring, but not wonderful, either.

Today was better. Russ and Trice found this river, another one of those “M” words, something like Missouri. Once we got to Great Falls, Russ found a park at the at the quiet southwest end of The River’s Edge Trail, and we got to go swimming. My favorite thing ever!

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Tooey and Carlin swimming in the Missouri at Great Falls, Montana

But we got to go swimming only for a little while because the thunder and lightning started up. I hate thunder. I keep telling it to shut up, too, but it never does.

So we got back in the car and drove downstream to Fort Benton, and got out after only a little while to have a picnic. Russ finally shared his snacks (roast pork, yum!), Trice gave us some cabbage (also yum!), and we got to look at the river again. They wouldn’t let us go swimming, but we got to look at it from up on a big rock, next to this dog that was looking at the river, too. Apparently his name was Shep, but he didn’t smell right, and he never did move, so I just ignored him. I told Carlin to ignore him, too. This time Carlin listened. For once.

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Tooey, Carlin, and the statue of Shep

Back in the car again. Russ and Trice got some ice cream, which they did not share, and we drove off. We drove down the road for another hour or so. Boring. I took a nap. I think Carlin did, too.

I woke up when we crossed this noisy bridge over another river. I spotted some public access, so before we could get too far away, I sent Russ a mental image to turn around and go back. He listens to me, usually, and so he turned around and parked in this quiet spot along the Marias River. And we got to go swimming again!

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Carlin and Tooey leaping into the Marias River

After a long swim on a hot day, we got back into the car and headed north, towards Havre. After a while, since I had drunk so much of the Marias River, I had to pee really bad. So I made them stop, and guess what? We were at another motel. This motel has a pool, which I have not talked Trice into letting me into yet. (She listens to me sometimes, but so far I have not gotten through.)

But even without that, I’m liking this Montana thing. Rivers to swim in, motel beds to sleep on. The only thing better would be if there were birds to find.

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