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"What do you mean? She
s just high energy, that
s
all."


"Bullticky. " I took a deep breath, then backed up
as Rose sprinted between us. "She doesn
t come
when called. She considers your training bag her
private reserve. She
s beginning to show lip, test-
ing how far she can push you guys. She amuses
herself with her activities. Where do you belong in
this picture?"

One glance at her worried face and I weakened.
"Let me put it to you this way, Alice: Rose is like
those kids in the grocery store who are so out of
control people like me want to take them by the
scruff of the neck and shake them silly."

Alice pulled her head back, obviously on a different
wavelength.

"You know," I continued. "The little lovelies who
take candy from the racks and eat it while their
mother makes meager attempts to stop them. The
ones who race through the aisles screaming and
rudely plow through any people in their way. The
same kids who cry and scream and call their
mother names if Mom even hints at the word
no
.
The kids who are whiny and loud and self-
centered, without a shred of consideration for oth-
ers. You know who I
m talking about: the one Mom
gives a nice toy to and the kid pitches it to the
ground, telling his Mom that it
s junk and to buy
him what he really wants."

Alice
s eyes were wide in astonishment. One hand
was clapped over her mouth. "Oh my God," she
finally whispered. "My Rose is a brat."

"Well put."

Alice looked like a balloon losing air. It was such a
relieved look. "That makes it so clear. Oh, Cath-
erine, I so understand it now. I can see it!" Alice
was having an epiphany, that was very evident in
eyes. "So where do I start to fix it?"

We talked. We had a very long talk.....

"This won
t affect her attitude in obedience or agil-
ity, will it?" she finally asked.

Granted, some of my suggestions many have
sounded Draconian to her--or maybe she was just
trying to get out of picking up all those dog toys lit-
tering her house. "On the contrary," I assured her.
"If you don
t instill some rules and discipline this
girl, you won
t have a performance dog. That much
I can guarantee."

She screwed up her face in disbelief. "But her obe-
dience training is progressing so beautifully."


I smiled ruefully. "Yes. As long as you have a
cookie for her. But wait," I warned. Still, Alice
looked so forlorn. I couldn
t bear it. "It
s not just
you," I assured her. "I can
t tell you how many
times I
ve seen dogs working absolutely beautifully
outside of the ring, only to go in and totally ignore
their handler. The dog feels it
s in control--and it
is. Or watch a dog start an agility run--and keep
on running, totally out of control. It
s no small mat-
ter, but one I feel many fail to address."

Alice was taking notes like a first-rate stenogra-
pher.

"So many people fail to understand that discipline
and obedience are two different subjects--though
there is overlap, of course." I didn
t want to over-
whelm her with ideas and philosophies. Still...

"When I have to discipline my puppy for undesired
behaviors, it
s fast, honest, and over. No excuses!
Without that discipline, without Rose understand-
ing her place and showing acceptance and re-
spect, the obedience training cannot develop to its
full potential. It just can
t. It
s as simply as that."

Alice went home and applied much of what I had
to say. Two weeks passed before she called
again. "It
s working," she said even before saying
hello. "And Pete wants me to thank you from him.
Even he
s beginning to like her a little now."

























Catherine and SilverHills Demolition Derby, UDX
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