Post Trial #2: Holy cow, they really are just dogs!

Spoiler alert: day 1 loot

Okay . . . so hopefully this blog hasn’t been TOO whiny for a while now, but the long and the short of it was that trialing stressed me out for a number of reasons, some of which I didn’t really understand until recently. When I entered the CVASC trial, it was because I’d given some real thought to why I wasn’t successful last trial and my friends (like Carol and Pat) were telling me I just needed mileage and to get good at trialing as that takes practice, too. I was a little mad that there was this whole other element to it that I hadn’t factored in, but time, experience trying other approaches with my dogs, and my husband’s encouragement to fork over big cash and miss the first weekend of construction on my new climbing gym meant something to me.

And so, I entered Rippa in all four trials this weekend, on all three types of stock. I got an email on Wednesday that there were spots open, so I entered The Fury in ducks. I was tempted to do sheep, too, but I haven’t put her back on them since her surgery and figured let’s wait until she’s better conditioned to try trialing. (Good call, she definitely seemed a little lame by the end of the trial and it wasn’t anything more physical than she’s been doing lately.) I also sent the notice to Shannon, and they decided to come out on Sunday to support me (2.5 hour drive one way support!) and enter their two year-old pups on cattle (they were tempted to do everything, but they were worried they’d get DQ’d for biting as they don’t work to make them not bite stock – that’s what people want from their dogs).

So, up and at them at 4:30 am, we were on the road and the dogs were annoyed. I promised them they’d like it.

We showed up and I was instantly very happy to be there. It was a laid-back atmosphere with people being nothing but supportive. Sherry Baker saw me and was like, “Wow! You pop up in the most random places!” I’d never really thought about it, but she’s right – I think she only sees me at Aussie nationals usually (sitting somewhere around her or sorting stock) and I took a lesson once when I was up her way with The Fury . . . and periodically think I’ll board a dog or two with her on extended trips to get boarding AND training, but it always falls through. We’ll get to it in a minute, but I’m easily intimidated by people like her because I know who she is and her rep and very much admire what she’s doing, but I’ve never had so much as a conversation with her – I was honestly shocked she knew who I was. That first little “hi” set me completely at ease at this trial and that was so cool. The little things, I tell you.

This trial they wanted to move fast and had two rings going at once: cattle, and ducks and sheep. Being in started in everything meant that I was constantly trying to remember who I was going up after, much less what the course was (course D for sheep, which was seriously like an agility course to me – I said something like that and Sherry was like, “It’s not agility! It’s pasture gates!” Yeah, well, at least they have clear fencelines for me to figure out where to go if they’re pasture gates.)  Both times I DQd on sheep? It’s partly to do with me getting turned around with which made me lose focus/confidence and then set up bad stuff for Rippa (who then would go too hard, chase a sheep, and make people yell, thinking she was going to get them). Oops.

Here’s course D (drawn in blue for the open course – started I don’t have to do the pen) - apparently the far left panel isn't actually there - but there was a tree there so I assumed it was, oops:

Both judges had to help get me through the course. This is why I kept being like, “This is me second trial in years. Be gentle.” I’m standing there after the first panel, heading to the top left and they’re like, “uhhh . .. that way.” Ack!

Okay, so, I am conscious of the fact these blogs are long so let me try to make this short.
Betsy and Feather and Rippa and I were in contention for the silver buckle for Most Promising Started Aussie, but the best part about this whole weekend was that I wanted to not worry about that stuff and just get what I needed out of the weekend. In fact, Betsy is so cool and supportive that I made a game with her that high fives happened before each run as a way to take pressure off of both of us. There was a time when I wanted to debut Rippa at the Bullet or Nationals and get myself a buckle, but I’m pretty good about altering goals when need be and right now? I need to learn how to CHILL OUT and have fun.

Part of that meant not worrying at all about what people though about us and making sure I didn’t make the mistake of undoing anything we’d been working on in training, like letting her blow commands or whatever in favor of getting a qualifying score. Shannon and Dustin have worked on timing me on runs and I have found that the ASCA max runs are PLENTY long to take care of business if it’s going well so not to worry about it.

First up was cows. I am the most confident on cows because while Rippa still tends to freak a little and stir things up, she is allowed to bite when she freaks and so I don’t have to worry as much.  That first run, however, I could feel my heart racing and I was totally like, “Calm, calm, calm.”

I do this thing that I learned from the Woods, in which I face Rippa out away from the stock to start. Everyone was starting on the side of the center pen nearest where the cattle came out and I decided to not care about what everyone else was doing and keep doing what works. Facing her out and on the other side meant that she couldn’t key in to the stock as much and that she’d have to start with an out around something, both making her slow and making her think.

I also knew from the week before when we switched arenas for cattle that Rippa can freak out in a new environment (she totally lost her head, barking, chasing, literally making cattle fall over on a slippery part), so I babysat her on this round. She still got kind of rowdy periodically, but as Dustin said, it makes for good photos.

Look at that. She hits SO right on and deliberately and calms down after that I’m cool with her still freaking out a bit. A few months ago she was too intimidated to do that and she’d be hitting side flanks instead. 

I wanted to try just fetching her through everything, but after about four tries, I could tell I was messing with the cattle and decided to let her drive them instead. I haven’t worked a lot on driving so I generally don’t trust her to handle it 100%, but she did great.  Q.

Sheep was up and as I said, watching the runs, Sherry was talking to people about stuff and about how her sheep will go where they need to if you point them right. She told me the started sheep were her lesson sheep (and they had collars, which you can see in the photo, and that’s cute) and all you really need to do is make sure your dog circles and they’ll point at you because that’s what they’re expecting. Well, okay, I said. That’s the plan.

So, I went into the arena – and let me tell you, course D? That’s not just walking around an arena and repenning. No sirree bob. You Q on course D and you’re worthy. Even if you don’t get lost. I have to admit it was more fun than the standard old course, but also very intimidating. I was not expecting to do well here because the Rippa does not feel balance to me well. I suspect this is largely my training both from what previous judges have said (remember John telling me to fetch until I wore out shoes) and also because Rippa would much rather default to thoughtful chilling because she doesn’t like intense, futile pressure, and she does if I give her enough time.  I also think she has the same thoughts about sheep that Fury does – that I won’t hold my end well enough . . . both of them tend to try to over flank for that reason and Fury will cut in where Rippa tends to quit me if I suck. So . . . yeah.

I’m standing out in the arena waiting for the sheep to settle and I can see that they’re not going to. They’re like Stephanie’s sheep who will see the Fury and start heading for the hills. Since the first obstacle is smack dab in the middle of the field, my usual tact of kind of driving them slowly until Rippa feels in control isn’t going to work, so I focus more on making sure Rippa understands that I don’t need pushy or speedy. At one point in the trial, the judge asked if I was moving on to another panel, but what I was doing was trying to establish that circle thing Sherry told me about with a calmer dog. Every time I Q’d, doing that plus heading toward the right panel meant Rippa had enough space to take pressure off.

How much space?

So much space you couldn’t take a decent photo:

The panels and me are well behind the tree.

Every time I didn’t Q – I happened to head for the wrong panel and not get Rippa lined out enough and balancing. I’m not going to lie, that course and sheep in general freak me out. Rippa CAN dial back the power, but it’s a fine line between her quitting me and going too hard and she doesn’t like sheep that much so there we are.

I feel like I get gold stars here for remembering Sherry’s words and using them as well as figuring out to line her out like that. It took me telling her no and correcting her hard (including running up and growling at her), but not caring what other people think and not letting my dog’s skills erode because it’s a trial was worth it.

I wanted a dog with a little less edge than The Fury and I thought I got it, but I still have it in Rippa, I just know how to control it more (and it didn’t come out until we had some miles on her).

So, on to ducks. Sherry’s ducks were reeeeeeeally nice. They’re all the same color and they’re all drakes. My ducks, I suspect, are all females, and they’re pretty good, but they weren’t as honest as these ducks. She works hard to make them nice, I can tell. If you and your dog were good, you were going to Q. So, did we Q? Mmmm . . . my dogs were mostly good but the ducks got hung up on the center pen and I didn’t know what to do. At home, the dogs figure out how to get them off, but here? 1. The ducks don’t know me or the dogs so they’re a little more freaked 2. The dogs and I are more queued up.

So, we did a lot of putting them back on the back fence with me trying to keep the dogs behind them and holding them. It worked once with the Fury (Q!) but the other three goes that day got a little rough when the dogs got frustrated and duck bowled a bit. (PS, I knew they wouldn’t kill/hurt them, so I was more chill than usual, but one time the whole crowd “Hey’d” and it was a little freaky. I told myself they were doing that to correct the dog and not yell at me and got through that little ego kill okay.)

So . . . end of day? Rippa has all the qualifications to put a Started cattle and sheep at the end of her name and we have a bunch of shamrock towels for the bathroom!

I was neither sore, nor did I feel like crying afterward, so I think I handled the stress pretty dang well! I got invited to go to dinner with everyone, and I spent some time in the cattle pens with Denise and . . . the conversations there were super supportive and real. Talking about life, about the stuff that freaks me out not being real, and stuff in the past (Denise’s daughter Leslie was a junior handler with me).

The next day, I got up and took my time, not even bothering to do my usual meditation stuff because I was feeling good and just wanted to get going. Dustin and Shannon were there with their kiddo whom I love and is the most happy, sweet little guy ever. It was like having home come to me. They had driven all that way mostly to support me and that’s more than I could ever ask for. They always ask me how I’m doing during trials and they’re just awesome friends. We talked about stuff and what I learned and got going.

A couple things: Roland, whom you’ve heard of before because he goes out to Stephanie’s with his dog, was there trying to finish his dog Jesse’s WTCh. One advanced cattle leg.  No go the day before, so today was the big day. I told him he had to have a winning attitude and forced him to high five me before going in (it was cute, he was so hestiant about it – 70 year old guys can hug, but high five?).  His run was really good, right up to the point where he was penning and got in a hurry and pushed the cattle out before he could close the pen. He came out demoralized and I was like, “No, it’s about control, right? You only lost 3 points on that happening!” Lawrence warned him he thought he’d crossed the handler’s line (50% off score = no Q), so Roland was pretty sure it was a failure.  We’ll get back to him soon.

So, the night before, Pat had been talking to me about Feather and Betsy and stockdogs and everything in general. Remember I said we were in the running for the most promising award? Well, we DQd three times the day before – and Feather stays off the stock enough that she won’t get DQd, so we were down around 300 points. Go for a buckle or go for Open experience now that we had started sheep and cattle?

I had talked to both judges after the trial the day before. This is also a key strategy for me, I think. Basically – what does Kristin get intimidated by? People who judge her. At the last trial, I timed with both judges and it was easy to talk to them. I didn’t get to this time, so I was reserved until I had the right questions.

Marie suggested I stay in started for the experience and Canby, who I talked to at dinner, told me about how he used to be so nervous he puked (obviously making him a lot less intimidating than he started out being) and told me to go for open if I thought I was ready.

Since Betsy and Feather were likely going to Q in everything, I figured I’d move Rippa in to open cattle because nothing was different except the line (and since I was driving her, the line wasn’t very hard to cross) and penning which I’d been practicing with the Woods. Open sheep? On course D? HELL NO! I talked to Betsy to make sure she wasn’t moving up (and also forfeiting the buckle), and she wasn’t, so as long as she got her 9 Q’s, YAY Betsy and Feather and WELL earned. She’s such a cute dog with a lot of talent. That also took pressure off me because there was no worrying about a buckle.

Look at that – how could Betsy and Feather NOT win?

If a run went less than how Betsy hoped, I kept reminding her there was literally a silver lining so WHO cared? It was awesome. High fives, baby. I like my Rippa bear, but we’re gonna have to plan on a DQ now and again because running wide and staying out of trouble are not our forte’. I think I’m trying really hard to stress that she didn’t win it by default – she was going to win over me anyway because they were just better than we were this weekend. I hope you get that. I bring up the choices I made because I felt like “yeah, starting to understand this trialing game” and I was proud of myself for deciding to try to move up and get experience rather than win something and put the pressure on when we weren’t in a good place to try doing that. I’m learning to get that ego in check!
How’d open cattle go? Not so great. I think the pressure of being in open made me handle badly on the first run and on the second, Rippa had spent an entire weekend getting commanded to do stuff and doing nothing she considered fun and being tightened down, so when she got into a stupid spot because she had to overflank and go to head, she got kicked in the head. I’m sure it hurt, but she also decided that was it and stopped really trying. I mean, she definitely tried, but all her power and willingness to do distance work with me were gone.  She seemed a little lame, too – too many goatheads in the arena? Too much emotional pressure? So, on the second run, I just repenned the cattle so she could end with something fun (out run and a clear point).  That’s cool. I would have been terribly spoiled to go into open from this weekend and Rippa tried so hard for me when normally she would get mad with all that commanding and changing my mind and not being in control and didn’t quit me until she got clocked pretty good.

Even when she was a bad little dog, I figured she was tweaking more because of me and never walked out of the ring without telling her she was wonderful, which I think she is. My theory on Rippa is that when she gets out of control, it’s more out of lack of confidence than being  a jerk. She really, really tries to do good – and her best work is when she knows what I want and I don’t say anything, so I know she’s trying to help me. A great example is with the chickens. She’ll run the chickens pretty hard if I’m commanding her to do something, but if I open the front gate, she goes out slowly to find them and brings them back at a balanced walk so long as I don’t say anything. I get her. People were always saying she is stubborn, but she’s not. She just needs to feel in control of the stock, understand what the point is of what we’re doing and she’ll be super helpful. I have a feeling that with enough mileage in trials, when she learns what they are, she’ll be pretty good.
Ducks? That morning I thought about how helpful Sherry’s advice was on the sheep and how she’d offered it so freely that I wasn’t too worried about asking her what to do with the ducks. Again, I loved how she approached it, almost exasperated that I didn’t know what to do – kind of like, “You know how to do this – you don’t have to keep your dog back and you know they’re headed that way so let your dog go out to one side and pick a side to keep them off. And you can use yourself too!” So, okay! I love how she put it back on me that I knew what to do but still told me what to do. The result? Sunday’s runs were 3/4. (Fury duck bowled a little (just got a warning) but by then she’d earned her started title and I was going back to back on runs and switching dogs while she’d not had any time out of her crate except that duck run so I said, “You rule – we’re done!” and called time on myself.)

Every single run, they got stuck on the center pen anyway, but this time I just had my dog on one side and used myself to keep them off until the dog had enough space to pick them up and go in the right direction. Having my own ducks helped me here. The last duck run of the day (Rippa), the ducks seemed to have figured out they weren’t allowed to get eaten and if she took pressure off, they RAN at her. Well . . . ha ha . . . that happens at home, too, so call her out of there and have her circle around back at them and . . . ta daaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Final score for the weekend? Rippa STDcsd, Fury STDcd (she had cattle) and a much more confident Kristin. We even got some first places in there with actual competition.
I think I might be totally over the nerves thing. Like, it was that easy.
Here’s why –
1. My theory is that I’m old hat at trialing. I’ve been showing conformation and agility for a while and I do not get nervous there at all. I seldom walk into obedience rings, but when I do, it’s also fine and I make sure we have a good time. Stock is different because to a lot of people, what I do and how I do it makes a big fricking deal and I take it to heart. THE FUTURE OF THE BREED IS AT STAKE is how I feel. All I needed was some perspective and a shot of confidence and I could go into normal Kristin trialing mode where I’m fairly successful despite all the complete devotion to the theories and consistent training – in fact, I probably would do better since I DO spend a lot of time on both for stockdogging.
2. Not only were people open and honest about me, almost everyone kept their mouths shut about their opinions on my dog, both good and bad. That meant no over inflated ego or deflated ego. Canby complimented her and that was great, but I heard nothing from my fellow trialers and that helped me not worry about the whole “people judging me” bit. I honestly don’t know how anybody felt about my runs or if they even watched – I think the only feedback I got was when Pat saw one and said, “Oh, they don’t all go well all the time” about a sheep run, but I actually felt good about it because my objectives we more training based than Q based. I had the space to feel good about it and I also knew Pat was just doing what she always does – encouraging me. Heck, when the duck bowling DQs happened, EVERYONE was there and I still didn’t care. Credit to all of them for not freaking me out or even talking about it.
3. All the really good people there with experience and well deserved recognition and famous and fancy doggies had runs that weren't perfect, too. Somewhere along the way, I felt like I shouldn’t be trialing unless I was perfect. I know lots of people said it would be okay, but it wasn’t okay to me. Bottom line? They’re really just dogs and dogs will be dogs! It’s okay!!
3. Dustin and Shannon were more than encouraging, and I did hear a lot of compliments on their own dogs’ runs (they won their started classes by a big margin). Two people were immediately asking after their runs, “So, do you sell dogs?” It was a great affirmation of something that I knew: that I had great friends and trainers in my pocket and despite not doing stuff with Aussie people, I was doing good stuff – and also that my estimation that their dogs were pretty awesome was right – because here they were in a context I could really understand. Roland told me he’d heard people commenting, “Now that’s how you handle cattle” and I figure if Aussie people appreciated it, too, well then, I am right in that they are the people who will be able to teach me what I need/want at this stage. Plus . . . can you tell how much I love them. Squeezes!

In the same vein, having their outside opinions on how things looked (they had no dog in this fight at all) were very favorable of me and what I’ve been working on. They said I didn’t yell much at all or inappropriately, and that I was handling well enough that in time I could be as good if not better than some of the best people they saw that day.

Pause: I’m not gunning for anyone, nor do I need to do that, but it tells my little heart that has a hard time evaluating myself objectively, that I’m improving in the ways I want to and that it’s in the right direction. While this trial was really, really fun, the reality is – I’m not going to be a top finals handler or a trainer in many, many years (I have businesses to run and babies to make and mountains to climb). But remember my post on “Best in the World?” That’s pretty cool that I am on that path at least. May we all strive to figure out what that means to us.
And, finally, what was the BEST part about this trial?
When they were doing awards on the final day . . . they called out Roland’s Jesse’s score . . . and she’d QUALIFIED! The WTCh was finished!

Roland has always been really supportive of me – he calls me to see how I felt our trials went, he lets me know when they open, and he’s also a lot to do with why Rippa and I are working well together. He’s given me some advice on chilling that has really worked.

So, when I called him after awards, I called him up:

”Hey Roland, just wanted to say I was so glad to see you this weekend.”
He starts earnestly and sweetly telling me the same . . . and then “NO I’M NOT. JESSE QUALIFIED. YOU GOT YOUR WTCH!”
And, folks, I had the honor of being there when Trish WTCh’d Duke, but you have not heard or felt the joy of a man who thought he had a ways to go find out his end goal had been reached. I don’t want to embarrass him, but he’s been trying so hard to play it cool and it was so awesome to share the psych that I’m still tearing up as I write this.
That’s why we do this stuff. It’s just dogs and them doing their thing. It’s not a be all and end all and you don’t have to earn your place to have a nice dog or do well. You just have to be cool and honest and try your best and that’s all anyone can ask.

What’s next? Work has me swamped until the end of June. I’ll keep up with practice and such, but no trials till Fall, probably. Maybe a roadtrip?

Pre-Trial #2

Stephanie’s gang watching a lesson.

Well, big trial #2 is coming up. I’ve been thinking about why I don’t like trialing and why it was such a surprise to go from training to trialing and I have to admit that I’ve approached things differently before.  When I started showing in conformation, I felt honored to be there and I didn’t expect to win, so I took what I did there and practiced and practiced and loved it for the sake of the practice.

When I got my second dog, I knew no practicing would help so I stopped.

Then I got The Fury, who was admittedly insanely easy to both train and trial. Her performance doesn’t change based on the environment. Obedience, agility, stock, all very consistent and totally not dependent on me or anything else. I went to agility incredibly surprised by this and we had a great time. I quit doing agility after a while because I’d rather be doing other stuff, not because I couldn’t handle the stress. Obedience is the same way, if there were trials closer, I’d probably have her UD by now because I like training and she trials well.

But stock is something else. Stock means something more to me than any of the other stuff. I guess I’m not looking to prove anything with the other venues. They were fun, my dogs were fun. But stock has depth to it the others don’t. How good is your dog? Is it worthy of serving a legitimate job? Will other people want dogs like yours?

When I showed up with The Fury, I knew nothing about the politics, the lines, none of it. Overtime, it’s become heavily steeped in opinion and validation needs and I’m hyper-conscious of it. I used to think agility was free of it, but it’s not. I hear the same sniping there these days. Conformation certainly has it. I suspect obedience is too small to have it.

Anyway, so that’s why I’ve been so surprised about trialing being a whole new element. Like, Kristin, duh, of COURSE you have to practice trialing to get good. You had to practice everywhere else (Fury doesn’t have her CD, after all, because YOU did stuff that DQd you). I guess the difference is that I was practicing TO trial. With stock, I’m doing something else. I’m trying to master the actual craft. It’s not about sending a dog over an obstacle, it’s about raising a dog holistically to use its instincts to move another bunch of animals and help you. I forgot about trialing.

And, unlike the Fury, Rippa is extremely influenced by situational changes. When I was taking lessons with her for agility, she was doing great. Q’d every time I trialed her at a preshow at Nationals. But then I didn’t take lessons any more and just trained in my back yard and went up to Eileen’s to rent her agility field and . . . UTTER DISASTER. Rippa was like, “There’s people and dogs and a judge and this is so much pressure.” (Rippa is very, very sensitive to pressure.) I quit trialing her in agility because I had my fun with The Fury, but I want all my eggs in the stockdog basket.

So, when we went from the back arena with the obstacles back to the front field that’s open to work cows last week, Rippa lost her head at first. It was new, she felt out of control. Shannon and I were like, “Woah!” Shannon said, “Well, you and I both know she can just gather cattle at that distance, but obviously the change in location made her back up a bit. Better babysit her at the trial!” By the end of the session, she was in control again, but you don’t start out nice, you don’t have time for an hour later.

So, this week, I babysat Rippa through everything and she did mostly great. For whatever reason, she’s shutting down on sheep and just doesn’t want to do it. This generally seems to happen when she’s confused, but I think it’s something else. She’s been kind of sick from something and grumpy, so maybe that’s it? But the shut down is at a level that’s useful. Stephanie watched her and was like, “That kind of shut down is going to make you win.” Aka, she’s not putting a ton of work into what she’s doing and she’s quiet, and that’s all you need most of the time at a trial anyway. THe dogs I’ve put titles on were like that, so I get it. I got a ranch title on a dog who just followed sheep and sat when I told him to sit. Soooooo . . . so long as she works a bit, I’m happy.

I was worried to take her to ducks after because if she’s shut down on sheep, it can’t be much better for ducks, but au contraire, she was awesome.

Cattle today was pretty awesome, too. I did two short sessions so she felt good, though she definitely seemed to be wary about me sending her go-by . . . I think she’s confused. But a confused dog is a thinking dog and that’s cool. She didn’t do any unnecessary roughness, and man, one time she hit a head and followed it up with a heel to make her point and . . . what a balanced little dog! She doesn’t do it if she doesn’t have to, but no complaints here.

I’m going out tomorrow for sheep and ducks again, and then bright and early Saturday we make the drive to Riverdale. It should be a small trial – they still have spots open (so I decided to add The Fury for ducks and was tempted to do sheep, but I haven’t put her back on them since surgery, so probably not  a good time to), and Shannon and Dustin will be joining me Sunday and doing two pups on cattle. Dustin wanted to do everything, but their dogs are tough and they don’t work on making them not tough, so they decided it was probably better to not risk the DQ if they bite.

Feeling good. I have an understanding of why I didn’t Q last time, and why handling when bad, and Rippa and I both have a lot more control going on than we did because I’m letting her handle her business. As a result, she’s listening to me more, and we’re happy.

We’ve got four trials total so if all goes REALLY good, we Q on the first two and get those started titles. I’ll probably bump her to open if that happens and give it a whirl because she should be good to go there. I’m treating the first day like a lesson warm-up, though. Obviously, I bring a major headcase to the thing and like I said, Rippa’s not in a great mental spot right now, either. Hope it clears up. She seems fine other than grumping and loosish stools.

See you on the flipside!

“The Dip”

On Sunday, the Woods invited the huz and I over for a “stockdog party” as I liked to call it. The idea of people just getting together, not for lessons, not formally, to just work dogs was so neat to me. People do that?

I wasn’t sure what it would entail, but what it was was a practice for the trials coming up. Dustin took me into the arena and showed me the course – take the cattle through the barrels in the middle of the arena, then flip them back through a Y chute and turn them back out to the middle, and then pen them in a tight, triangular pen with a small opening.

I really didn’t know how how to go about these things, because watching his first dog do it – he is way more finished than Rippa so Dustin walked me through it. It was a lot more obedience training than it was letting Rippa work, but it was good for both of us and we started figuring it out. Good for me to read the cattle better and good for Rippa to hold her line when I tell her to instead of anticipating.

I brought my camera, too, but it was hard to take good photos with such a tight course. The above is the Y chute, where you take the dog through the panel and then use yourself to redirect them.

It was very good to learn how to maneuver like that and Rippa had a good handle on things for the most part, though we need a lot more training in her feeling in control with the cattle before I want to trial. There’s one in April coming up that Shannon has encouraged me to try, but it’s right when I open my new climbing gym and I really, really want to hold off until I know I won’t embarrass Aussies everywhere – NCA doesn’t have beginner, it has Rancher (dogs that haven’t won anything), Open, and Pro. All of which are levels up from where I am. I can send Rippa to fetch cattle and everything, but it won’t be as clean and pretty as it was for most of the runs I’ve seen at these trials and people have feelings about Aussies that I don’t want to perpetuate. After all, I want spectators to think, “Wow, nice dog. I would consider an Aussie.”

But I decided that after that, I really needed to fix some of the stuff that we’ve got holes on because of various reasons.

Various reasons: my bad timing, my hysteria from learning how to handle badly, my not wanting to make strong points to Rippa because I didn’t want to be hysterical – all of which lead to Rippa not balancing very well and wanting to come in tight all the time.

So, I went to sheep yesterday and brought my camera along. For some reason the shots I did at Stephanie’s didn’t turn out, but it is BEAUTIFUL there.  We worked on three things: not cutting the top on her outruns, making her lay down way out when the sheep come on balance, and some pen work.

I feel like I have the first two handled, and Rippa was a champ. Just need to reinforce it. But the pen work? Sigh? Rippa is great at getting stock out of pens – even awkward ones. With everyone’s coaching about chilling, it worked and Rippa is super nice even in tight spaces. When is she NOT nice? When the sheep pass through the gate and head wherever they head in a hurry.

At this point, Rippa will shoot like a bat out of hell, generally end up in the middle to get to the heads and turn them around. But it’s not controlled and confident, and while sometimes it’s nice, sometimes it’s really, really not.

Today was that day.

When I left Stephanie’s, I pulled to the side of the road and had myself a little cry.

I just have so many questions about this whole thing: I know so very little and also so much compared to some. I know that Rippa’s a nice dog, not just because I think so, but people are always telling me when they see her, but this is not going smoothly along, it’s not easy, we get hurt along the way . . . and for what? I don’t think that stockdog training is kind to the animals we train on. It can be better than some, but at other times? The stock don’t deserve what the dogs can do to them sometimes. People are okay with it – they say that’s how we learn, but like . . . I have been at this for years now and I’m only discovering what I don’t know and I don’t know where to land on what is next. I do this thing where I post on the Internet about stuff (ha ha, here I am) and people smack me down sometimes even though I know that I’m not wrong and that the people who talk are spouting dogma without much to back it up. But I’m not much better, eh? So what is right? How do I know?

Finally, I was like, “Ugh, you’re already out here and you’re bummed, why not go for a lovely drive over to see Jennifer and the ducks? You don’t have to work them – in fact, you probably don’t want to. But it’s good to see friends and beautiful places.”

Good call. I told Jen how I was feeling and she told me to hop on her horse and ride up into the hills with her daughter, but I was like, “No . . . I am way out of whack and I shouldn’t be doing stuff with animals right now. The animals suffer.” Jen asked me, if that’s how I feel when I work, why am I doing it? And I was quick, “Because most of the time I feel amazing!” “Well then!”

So I headed down to the ducks, who were out in the pasture area eating up the tall grass, bugs, and other goodies. This is their first green spring and they love it!

I decided I owed the Fury at least a little working for watching dogs work on Sunday and Rippa today, so I set the arena up and sat down for a minute.

Stephanie and I were talking before I worked her sheep and she said two things to me that came to me as I was sitting there – I had complained to her about how I was feeling torn about everything.

1. She said she’d seen a photo recently where the dog’s getting pushed out with the stick and that makes the dog go in tighter rather than giving space and pressure.

2. She said that I know enough to make the right decisions.

#1 was certainly true during sheep (and cattle, when I get upset, Rippa goes in tighter), and since she had faith in me even though stuff didn’t go well that day, I could probably do this.

And so, I put the Fury on the ducks. She tends to run in really tight, especially on the Go-By side out of frustration with me and take it out on the stock, so instead of going to confront her and pushing her out, I tried Stephanie’s method and took pressure off of her that was coming from me. Bam. Worked like a charm. The Fury has not worked so well in a while.

I tried it with Rippa and again . . . bam. Like a charm.

And my day was now turned around.

I recently read a book called The Dip by Seth Godin – a book about when to quit. In it, he says, you should quit if you don’t think you’re going to be The Best in the World at something.

Okay, before I go further, I have zero idea what that means for me in this area. I don’t want to be The Best in the World at stockdog trialing, I know that. It would be cool to be that kind of trainer, but I don’t have to be. But I’m headed toward something, and we’ll see where that goes.

But, if you’re on the path to Best in the World, this is what it will look like:

So far, that’s pretty much what I feel like has happened. When I got The Fury, I peaked a bit, but then when it became obvious that I wasn’t going to get much further without a lot more mileage and she was probably “ruined” and the dip sank. Then I got Rippa and it was exciting, but when my stockdog options dried up, major low point. I think I’m at the crest upward, and it looks like once I get stuff dialed, according to Seth, it’s a short trip to the payoff.

But how the heck I’m supposed to keep the faith in myself, keep building my understanding of the bigger picture (it’s severely lacking – all vague right now – when I was training under Kathy, I grasped the mechanics of the training to its own end, but not of the bigger picture of the dog working in a ranch setting, and certainly not trialing), keep working on my handling skills while trying not to reinforce bad habits I’ve put into Rippa, and get Rippa feeling totally in control of the stock.

Dang, that’s a lot.

The hardest part is the amount of opinions on the subject. Everyone has one – and I was once sheltered by Kathy’s opinions only, but Stephanie has different ideas and Shannon has different ideas and Dustin and books and the Internet. I feel like I “get” Kathy’s ideas. I know “better” like Stephanie says. Kathy’s message has been transmitted, but I’m so damned open minded – I don’t want to be dogmatic about things, I want to be open to new ideas, but MAN, does that make life confusing.

And what do I do every time? Go back to what I learned from Kathy. I’m wondering if I should learn something from that. heh.

Our first trial–miles to go!

Well, it’s done. And I feel like I need to work backward to get the most use out of this blog.

I am an emotional mess tonight and I don’t know why, exactly. Partly I’m sure it’s sleep: I was so worried that I would miss my alarm that I woke up a TON last night. Partly I think it’s relief that it’s over.

Prior to this experience I trialed a total of FOUR times and the last was seven years ago. I think, “Oh, I have been training forever,” but you know what? I’m a real beginner. FOUR times, seven years ago. I knew jack. I spent all of last week being like OH NO! There’s strategy! What do I do?

I started out the day with plenty of time to do all my little rituals and listened to power music on the way to the trial. I sat in my car before trials and tried to clear my mind. I took Rippa out and spoke softly to her.

All of things were good. Our first run was on cattle, which I had much confidence about because a – we weren’t going to get in trouble for biting them and b – we have a lot more mileage than most people there. We had some problems with taken pen (it wasn’t perfect) but I expected that, and while I expected to fetch the cattle, I just didn’t trust Rippa to do that nicely so we drove the whole way. On the way back to repen them after getting the panels, I decided to try fetching to get that control again, but the judge yelled for me to calm her down and so we quit that. She was just too amped to fetch the whole trial.

But I walked out of that run just . . . psyched. The crowd clapped and cheered for me (I think everyone knew how scary that first run was for me after all this time) and I felt great. The people at this trial were great. I’ve always been scared to trial on home turf because people make judgments about you and they stick – and I have a hard time with that, but I felt nothing but support. Love to you guys.

On to sheep – again, not a great take pen, but it happened. Then I drove them. I NEVER drive sheep. Ever. But I just didn’t feel like I could do anything else. We Q’d pretty low because I wouldn’t let her stay in contact (contact after I ramp her up from driving is bad).

Ducks were a no-go because they needed a dog to stay off them and Rippa wouldn’t. That’s okay. I don’t think anyone in started Q’d on ducks.

And that’s when I was feeling pretty good and stopped making it my business to watch myself and keep the zen thing going. I timed for Maxine, one of the judges, and asked her lots of questions about how she judges and what ideal stuff looks like and she told me I really need to trust my dog and let her work.

Have we heard this before?

So, I let myself get slightly cocky (thinking, oh boy! I am going to get my titles today) and I let myself lose focus, and in our final runs I tried pretty hard to be chill but . . . I stopped watching my stock and started yelling at my dog. And that is never good. No Qs there.

I was super nice to Rippa, though. I tried real hard to keep my voice quiet and supportive and I always made sure she got loves for her work after runs, and I never figured anything that was happening was her fault (and when I asked the judges, they confirmed it).

Nonattachment to outcome. Going into something just to learn. Treating it like a lesson. All things I need more practice doing.

Both judges were very supportive of her, telling me that if I got my team work with her solid and came back, she’d be the dog to watch. Like, wow. But I went from being cocky to being freaked out.

OH MY GOD – I HAVE BEEN TRAINING FOR SO LONG AND I MAKE ALL THESE MISTAKES HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO BE THE HANDLER MY DOG NEEDS SO THAT WE CAN LIVE UP TO THIS?

Nonattachment to outcome, Kristin. Go into things just to learn. All of that.

I had to calm myself down on the drive home as I played back what happened, good and bad, and the things we need to work on, let’s be honest, I knew it. She needs to work on balancing up more. I got lazy. Nobody needed it out of me so I stopped worrying about it and worked on other details. My stick with the bottle on it is broken. I haven’t used it in SO LONG.

It’s coming back. After my last cattle run, while Maxine was judging, I sidled up next to the other judge who was just watching (John), and asked him what I needed to learn from that.

• Stockmanship – yeah, see, I know that by myself, but when Rippa’s involved, I lose it. This is because I watch my dog too much because I care about the outcome on paper and not the job of moving the animal.
• Trusting my dog. Maxine said that if I figured that out, I’d go back into the arena with a different experience altogether (positive).
• Fetching – he said, “If you haven’t worn out a pair of tennis shoes, you haven’t done enough of it.”
• Don’t get emotional – dang it, I clearly failed there. That was job #1.

And then he told me to read page 1-110 of Virgil Holland’s Herding Dogs and I have it on my desk as we type this. He said, “Read it 3x and then do it and if you don’t have it, keep reading it.”

Back to basics. I knew I should have been working on them, I really did. I can’t call Rippa off the top anymore and I can’t get her to hold sheep on a fetch to me, we still have to turn, turn, turn, or I have to rely on mechanics.

I KNEW BETTER – does this sound familiar?

And so, there you have it. I know this stuff, I just need to make it a habit.

As I was driving home, I kept thinking about this – if I have these bad habits that don’t work, it’s time to try something different. Unfortunately with stockdogs you can’t focus on one thing at a time, but I feel like keeping my notes, writing this blog, working on myself and my ability to stay calm and unreactive.

It seems like an insurmountable path to be able to be the handler I need to be so that Rippa can be what people saw in her at the trial – and I also have to be non-attached to that outcome to get there.

I guess awareness is the first step? If you’ve got ideas, I’m up for them.

And so when’s my next trial? When I fix this stuff and I enter it not “knowing better” that I have to put a band aid on something. I always hear this, “People enter started dogs way too trained stuff” and that’s why I did this. Rippa was trained, but I was right to hold out this long, and we’ll go back again when I don’t have to take her off contact to be comfortable running her at new places.

Gratitude and we’re trial ready.

I have to start this out by sending some public love. It’s 2015 in a few days and the perfect opportunity to bask in the achievements of the year. For 2014, there were many, and not just in dog stuff, but we’ll stick to that because that is what this blog is for.

I will continue to shout it to the heavens, but we are never solely responsible for our own successes, ever. When I look at where I was last year, and where Rippa and Fury both were, I’m just floored.  And this is not because I’m awesome (in fact, in many ways we’d be even better if I was more awesome), but because people found it in their hearts to take me.

First, to Kathy Warren for recommending me go to Stephanie to rent sheep. Had I not known about her, the rest of this would not have happened.

To my husband, who was a massively supportive champion. He told me to get over my insecurity about contacting Stephanie and try again, his efforts prior to that in finding me land to get sheep, his efforts to find me cattle when I decided it was time, his building the duck pen with me, and his blessing of us financially and time-wise because both have been major sucks when I could have been doing a million other things with both.

To Stephanie (Operation Sheepdog) for being a good friend. Moreover, for trusting me and teaching me to relax about hurting her stock. For her patience when they did get hurt – she’s never yelled or nagged, she’s just simply told me about it and trusted me to take care of it going forward and I am so appreciative of that.

For the million other things she’s done for me from book recommendations on stock handling  to taking time to talk to me about finance, wealth, and utterly changing my mindset about that. It’s not necessarily stockdog stuff, but I think because of her setting me in the right direction, the huz and I will take our unique ability to handle risk and do some incredible things in the future. And I’m also grateful to her for not being disappointed in me buying a house instead of investing it like the plan. A lot of mentors would see that as an apprentice failure, but she’s great specifically with taking you where you are and realizing you have to make your own mistakes and forge your own path (or build your own life because I don’t think the house was a mistake, and I doubt she does either). 

Stephanie also enabled me to stop stressing about stockdog resources because her setup is great, affordable, and a beautiful (if not a bit of a drive) location. Instead of needing land RIGHT now and taking what was good enough, I was able to make other choices that are more right for my husband and I (I’m glad we couldn’t get the house with the land that I at first wanted – I am enjoying my new Los Osos house a lot more).

To Jennifer (Best Family Farm), who again, has been an amazing, loyal friend and to V, her daughter, who is as well. Jennifer supporting my having ducks on her property enabled me to learn so much more about them and make leaps and bounds in handling because of it. It also reminded me how much I love animal husbandry and while I’m not the one that takes primary care of them, it’s a taste of it. The fact that I’m not is also SUCH a big gift on the part of their family. To both Jennifer and V for letting me ride Lady and Maddie, because I haven’t done so in years and that reminded me of that part of me that’s been dormant for years. I LOVE working with the horses and my friends and I especially love riding with the dogs because I feel like I’m fulfilling something in my heart and in the dogs’ hearts about being a part of the west and that experience.  I only hope that in the future I’ll be able to give back to them as much as they are giving to me.

And to Shannon and Dustin (DSW Stockdogs) – I know when I showed up at their place I was nervous and stupid and stressed out because I didn’t want to look like a fool when I showed up. My friend Dom kindly pointed me in their direction and he gets a shout out too. Along with Stephanie and the Bests, they’ve become some of my best friends (I see them way more than any other circle of friends so it seems natural) because it’s not just about dogs or what kind of dog I have or anything. It’s because they're good people, fun, and so hospitable that they’ve opened up their world to me – with patience and smiles and OMG their adorable son (also, I must say that Shannon is a fantastic baker).

I think the Woods have given me back the original reason I’ve gotten into this stuff in the beginning. They’re pretty urban where they live but they’re ranchers, too. Things make sense because they make money doing it, because the relationships are worth it, and because the life they want is there for the taking. There’s no need to prove oneself or get into fights about anything because they’re just doing their thing and they’re good at it. From parenting to stockmanship, to just living – seriously, guys, you’re amazing – and they’re younger than I am. Infinite potential for joy, success, and abundance and you can literally feel it emanating from the trio of them.

As I was driving from sheep to ducks today, this combination of people and their allowing me into their life has me thinking big thoughts – not about winning trials – but about what I want for the future and how to get there, and if you know my huz and I, it’s not a far-fetched dream.

Deep gratitude for you all for sharing your worlds with me this year. I cannot begin to tell you how much I have profited from it on so many levels. Hope this doesn’t embarrass you.

So, now that I’ve gotten the love and sap out of the way, we’ve got about a week until the first trial I’ve entered in something like 7 years (Sunday, Jan 4). Stephanie has been encouraging me to enter sooner, and the Woods are shocked that I think I’m ready – of course, the Woods are used to cattle dog trials where the beginning ranks are still very experienced, in my opinion – close to finished, dogs. I just need to get stock out of a pen and get through two panels and put them back in the pen.

I was stressing it last week because of what COULD happen, and so have been practicing the take pen since I don’t do that a lot. Stephanie, if you will remember last time, told me to chill in there and Rippa would relax. Well, she did. I really liked her advice about not stressing that her take pen was so tight – that means at the trial Rippa will be LESS stressed because it will be a bigger pen. Of course! Another duh moment.

On cattle this week, we basically just ran some practice stuff. Shannon told me to do two things:
1 – I yell my commands like they’re corrections so stop doing that. Give the command like I want to give the command, and THEN verbally correct if I have to.
2 – Make sure I have Rippa’s attention and anticipate trouble before it happens.
Both are duh, but I needed it.

Long story short on #2, there was a discussion on a cattle dog group about the difference between BCs and Aussies and one thing that was pointed out that I don’t think I’ve ever noticed before was that Aussies break contact with the stock for a second and look back at the handler for (or to confirm) commands. I will say not ALL the time, but watching videos of Rippa, sure enough that happens. It made me realize that many times, Rippa’s not blowing me off, she’s just so intent on the stock she’s not hearing me – so I should be patient and figure that’s it.

And I did. The runs went pretty well – a couple things I liked:
- Rippa heeled appropriately again. I wondered where it had gone because she’s a strong heading dog and when she loses control she tends to grab body shots, but I know she heels too. The cattle got balled up in a corner and she had enough control to walk up, look at me for help, and when I told her to hit them, she hit tentatively  - it worked, and then she hit for herself when she needed more and we were out f there. Nice and low on the hock and not getting excited after.
- I lost the cows in one corner because of the draw of the gate. I totally wasn’t THINKING about that and I was like, “DUH! Bad Kristin!” So the second time we pulled a parallel drive to get them through the corner they were drawing away from. I held them at the eye and Rippa pushed the rear. Worked great and reminded me how to handle again.

I left with a pretty solid strategy there for the cows.
I was stressing sheep and ducks, though, because Rippa has power and take pens aren’t always clean.
So my husband wrote on my hand:

And that was the plan today.
Guess what? It worked. We sorted sheep at Stephanie’s in record time, got them into the take pen, and worked on being quiet there first. Rippa, remembering how cool cattle heeling was, would do it to the sheep a bit in the tight spots but really easy. Even if a sheep turned to face her, she would hit it on the poll or nose, but really gentle – HUGE EVIDENCE THAT IF I AM CHILL, RIPPA IS CHILL.

We did a couple laps of her field and went to ducks.
Same thing with ducks. Only a couple issues with Lucky Duck when I worked her back in with everyone (the first tries were with my most happy 3 black ducks) because she’s more tolerant of the dog from being a backyard duck at my house for a while. As long as Lucky isn’t in the draw, no issues (even then, all I need to do is not let Rippa get too much pressure on her and she’ll be easy).

Rippa’s attitude these days is if I will calm down and shut up, she will happily do her job. Over handle or get angry or confuse her and it’s over. She’ll either quit and come suck up to me or she’ll take it out on the stock.

This forces the Kristin to become very zen. WHich is something Kristin should do anyway and is a major life goal for 2015 (to specifically work on that) – it will benefit my dog and the stock, as well as everyone else who deals with me.

Stockdogging for a better life.

Final thought – everyone keeps talking about me wanting to win it. This is something I’m going to guard very carefully for any time I exhibit in the future. I do not want to win. I do not care to win. I care to qualify and I care that my dog makes Aussies look good. That’s why I waited this long to trial and that’s why I’ll wait longer for the cattle trials. My goal here is to show people that Aussies are legitimate stockdogs and not just for hobbists. In ASCA, there’s no money, and often no real trophy, so all the standings and merit in the world doesn’t matter. I need the titles for legitimacy, but even then, working cow-calf pairs in the field works, too. That’s the goal. Eff winning. I will not get into that mindset because then my ego’s stuck and I’ll get stressed out.

No. My goal is to make my dog’s heritage proud.
I’ll write again after the trial. See ya!

Duck Husbandry and Philosophy

I have ALWAYS loved taking care of animals. I’m not sure what it is about me, but people feel hardwired to be a certain way, and my way is – without a shred of doubt – super agrarian, and moreover, shepherdy, not farmy.

I  do garden, but I don’t spend a lot of time REALLY caring about the garden. I water, I weed, I see what comes up, I work slowly to get better at it, but I’m not 100% there.

But animals? Yes, I am. Growing up we didn’t have 4-H or anything like that, but had we? I’d have filled my backyard with all the things I have now and moreso. Mom, can I have a goat? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE? I kind of feel like that now, but with a balance of wanting freedom to leave and go on adventures without being saddled to the animals.

Shannon and Dustin (along with meeting Brad and Alana Holstein) are showing me I can have my animals and my freedom and not necessarily live on a ranch to do it. Both of this couples manage land and stock off their own property and despite everyone telling me it couldn’t be done around here, it is. It’s all a very good education and whether it comes to fruition or not, I am working quietly on learning how to “farm out” livestock for fun and profit. Funny how I went to school for this and yet the animal science classes taught me nothing and made me feel like it was hopeless. School, clearly, isn’t the best avenue for all things you want in life, right?

One of the first steps to this was getting the never to ask my good friend Jennifer if she’d be up for housing my ducks on her property. I don’t go out every day, so I’m definitely adding to her chore list. She gets duck eggs out of the deal, but it’s not 100% a fair trade, though I suspect her motivations are much like mine, and I think the whole family appreciates them, too.

So I’m not taking care of them day in and day out, though I feed them and whatever when I do visit (I try for at least once a week, but lately with work and guests it’s been hard), but they’re still a good learning opportunity for me.

When I first got them, I really didn’t know if or when to work them, and they would get really stuck in the house and not want to leave. Kathy told me to feed them in the field and put a pool out there, which I did and it helped.

Since then, I guess I spend a lot more time wondering how to get the most out of them – and sitting in the field just watching them do their thing is about as good as praying or meditation has ever been for me. It’s as good as sitting on the top of a mountain with a friend after a big climb (I’m into rock climbing). But it’s effortless. The choice to sit in a field with ducks in the morning is a stronger draw than anything else in my life right now.

So, as I sat there letting the duckies play in their mid-field pool with Rippa on a downstay for a half hour or so to make sure they ENJOYED being outside their pen before we moved them, I got to thinking.

If I ever give lessons, I’m going to force people to spend time with the stock themselves. I feel like all this time working on my own has made be understand them better and empathize with them. Having my own ducks makes me understand their motivations and how to move them (sometimes just removing pressure is all you need), and also what they want out of life aside from not getting trampled by dogs. Some of the more valuable stockmanship I got from Kathy was her asking me to feed her animals when she was gone and moving around in there just interacting with them. Moreso with Stephanie’s sheep when I have to sort my own – I learn personalities, motivations, and reactions.

The more you work with an animal the more it becomes part of the equation for you. It’s not just about you and the dog, it’s about the lives that come between you in the moment. Their fears and hopes and what you can do to entice them. A good quiet work helps them achieve their own goals (of not getting eaten, left behind, or starving) just as it can your own.

(Here, the ducks want back in their home and away from the squeeze job of both me and Rippa. I’m PSYCHIC.)

The longer I do this, the less I want to be a part of the “dog” culture and more I want to be just in the fields tending my animals. Everybody gets into stockdogs for their own reasons – but I’m pretty sure I know why I’m here, and it has nothing to do with the breed or my ego or the dog club or the people – but just because I like finding ways of interacting with the animals under my charge and getting better and better at that. I loved conformation, I loved agility, and I loved training in general, but not enough to spend time doing it every day, taking lessons, spending money. But here, I do, and I think it’s because there’s something inside of me that wants to be around as much life as possible – and the kind of life that relies on human care.

Here’s a little video of us working them prior to the trial coming up. I’m working on being quiet and calm to model it for Rippa. You’ll hear me sucking in periodically – it’s a weird little tic I got from training long ago that warns a dog they are on thin ice: and it works. And it looks real quiet to the casual observer.

Oh, and PS, the Fury is doing awesome. It’s hard to keep her quiet, but she’s using her leg to walk around and only pulls it up if she’s moving fast (she’s not supposed to, but . . . she’s Fury sometimes you can’t stop it in time).

Here’s my almost-12-year-old dog, a little less than two weeks post traumatic orthopedic surgery . . . on my flipping desk. NOT OKAY. Back in the ex pen she goes. But, it’s funny, you have to admit.

Ducks back on!

Today I went back out to my ducks after a month-long break. To be honest, I was a little worried about it. I really didn’t want Rippa to be over ducks forever, but I was resigned to it being a possibility.

I tied her up and used Fury to get them out. We’re down to seven now as apparently Jennifer found one of the drakes dead the other day, no explanation. Ducks! I’m hoping the learn to brood some of the eggs the ladies are dropping or I’ll have to buy more in the spring just to balance out the ratios there. I read somewhere that it’s good to have all drakes, but Jennifer and I agree it’s good to have eggs, too.

 

Fury was a good little animal. I worked on her commands off them and she took them nicely, working the little guys much less stressfully that I would expect for her having to take over the job of moving them out of their pen and into the center. She’s learning to control her instinct a LOT better.

Then I put her up and got Rippa out. I went into it feeling soft, not asking for much, just that she doesn’t bowl them and I got that. She took advantage of me being soft at first and wasn’t honest with them at all, but once I gave her some correction, she started thinking again. I started her wrong. Must remember that.

The ducks, for their time off, are more subtle and take more thoughtful handling as they’re less inclined to move toward me, which is what I wanted anyway. It was really fun! I didn’t say a lot to Rippa and she worked out the problems as she needed to. I could see the obstacle work with Shannon really paid off here. I put her up quickly while she was happy and eager and brought Fury down one more time.

By then, the ducks had had it, so I just put them back up. I do need a bigger flock if I want to keep working. I could have divided them into two small groups, but I figured it was better to turn both dogs on with a bigger one that would be more forgiving.

Anyway, it was pretty great. I couldn’t be more happy with the dogs right now.

And then we went riding with V through a ranch adjacent to the ducks!

A Little Update and an Interlude

So . . . almost accidentally, we bought a house by the sea and moved in. It is a fixer upper, and being people who don’t rest on our laurels, that’s pretty much all we’ve been doing with it since we took possession of it. The very first day I put plants in the ground because the previous owner never did. Then there was scraping and painting and reinstalling. We’re still working on the inside and will be for a few months, I think. And then there’s the backyard.

Oh, and my husband and I decided to open up a second location for our non profit climbing gym, in the midst of the busiest season for our for-profit event business.

What I’m trying to say is I haven’t been working dogs that much.

Aww, but she’s a time suck. I never expected that to be the case because I’ve been taking care of rentals like they’re my own forever. But now I can’t blame the landlord for it looking bad. It’s a compulsion. It must be fixed up. Much more to come in the front yard, but this is it for now.

Anyhow, that’s not to say I haven’t been working. I’ve gotten out a handful of times since then. And probably for good, too.

Remember my problem with Rippa and the ducks? Still no good. She won’t even do chores now. She’ll give it one half-hearted go and it’s over. The ducks still move off her so I can grab her and move them but she will just come over, suck up, and ask to do anything but that. Unless I let her go crazy on them. So, Rippa is on duck-time-out.

She was showing hints of doing this with sheep, too, at Stephanie’s place. But not at the Woods’.

I was so upset about it that I ended up deciding to go on a heritage search and contact anyone I knew that had her bloodlines too and figure it out. Tracey, of C-Me, reminded me that Fury’s mother (Rippa’s grandmother) didn’t like ducks, either. I started talking to more people about dogs just plain not interested in working ducks and sometimes sheep and wanting to give up, and it seemed to be coming from Spike. But then, someone didn’t have Spike, but they had Judd’s Chickasaw Dan.

And, lo and behold, I suddenly am on the phone with Joey Judd – which was pretty exciting. He talked to me for a solid hour about people, about dogs, about all of it. What I realized from that conversation is that Rippa is working exactly how you’d expect for me linebreeding on Dan. She’s got serious power with the cattle, and she’s getting frustrated on sheep and ducks as Joey mentioned his dogs were wont to do.

So, check it out, what happened? It’s probably that I’ve been working way more interesting stock at the Woods: goats and cattle, and she’s like, “Eff this other stuff.” She does work sheep fine at the Woods, so I’m wondering if there’s something about Stephanie’s sheep or the stuff I do there because it’s so much bigger of a space. I guess we’ll see!

And should I get upset about the fact that Rippa’s not amped on the little beasties? No. I wanted to breed cattle dogs. I got a cattle dog. If I keep wanting to breed for cattle dogs, she’s awesome. She’ll still work my chickens happily, too, but she’s getting a massive break from the ducks.

Actually, last time I was out there, she got to do nothing but cry as the Fury did her thing, and another guest was out working, too. I met this guy Roland and his red border collie at Stephanie’s. He trials ASCA and needed ducks to warm up on, and I said sure. Well, he comes out and his dog is great. He’s all apologetic about how she’s too hard on them, but man, my dogs are way harder (of course, they’re at the started level and his bitch is trying to finish a WTCh). It’s all about perspective.

I was supposed to trial with the Woods this fall but we’ve not put enough time in (and now I have no time with work and house), so they are off killing it on the cattle circuits in California and Oregon right now.

I posted to the California ASCA trial and show list about upcoming trials and so now it’s time to sort through them and pick one or two and just suck it up and go. I’m terrified we’ll do badly, but I guess I have to get over it. We’ll be fine. Let my dog work and me just concentration on the job and get ‘er done.

When I know my dates, I’ll post them here so there’s no backing out (unless I don’t get in).

Until next time . . .

Warts and all

I started this blog mostly for me – I wanted a way to track my ups and downs and remember my thoughts. I’m a huge fan of journaling for this reason because for me – how far I’ve come never seems far enough until I look back. But there are always bumps in the road.

We’ve kind of hit one.

The last month or so, Rippa has totally quit me. Not, “Hey, I am leaving the arena” but more of a sulky, “Please, I don’t know what you want, I don’t know how to do that” reaction with some hopping up on me, following me around, and generally not taking direction at all, even simple things like ‘get around’ to start an outrun.

It was really scary. To go from bragging on how we’ll we’re improving and being ready to trial to having a dog act like she has no will to do it, no talent, no instinct, what?

At first I blamed it on her heat, because that’s an easy out, but I doubted it was really the issue. Last time I was on ducks, we did our usual chores, took them out of the take pen, started doing some obstacles and after trying to get them through a center chute – Rippa just quit trying.

And I really don’t know what to do in that scenario. Stockdog people say don’t let them get away with that, so I tried to force it. It didn’t work. Then I tried running around moving the stock like I was getting a puppy excited about it. Nope. I put her up, put Fury to work, made her jealous, but when I started up again, nope. I worked them together and that went okay, but it’s really hard to work dogs on ducks. They can’t take pressure or they quit and then the dogs aren’t finnessy enough to figure out the team work thing where rougher work will work with cattle etc.

I wrote to Kathy Warren, who told me Rippa’s always been a little weird about pressure and to just go back to chores (but make sure they’re done nicely) and fun stuff. I talked to Pat Lambeth, whining about how I’d never seen such a complete transformation. Pat asked me if I had done anything really different lately.

I had! A month ago, Dustin had me do obstacles with Rippa. Up to this point, I do them occasionally, but it’s mostly just ground work. We had no issues with that on cattle, but he also added some extra mechanical stuff – he put her on a line to try to make her rate herself faster than she was doing naturally (she gets pretty excited on stock on the first go), and the pop he gave her scared the crap out of her – so much so that she quit trying on cattle and just drifted behind them until we put her up.

With ducks, we’ve been working obstacles ever since. She likes the take pen – she gets that, but center chute? I lose them! Not only does she think she loses them, she does. When they see the back fence where home is, no amount of dog pressure is going to have my duckies come off the fence – they want to go home. Obstacles came to mean futility. Never mind trying to get them off the fence when they were tired. So Rippa quit. I would pick the ducks up and reset them in the middle and that probably wasn’t a great move either because she was probably waiting for me to move them since she felt she couldn’t.

By the way, she can, with patience. Fury’s able to do it, though Fury has a lot more power and eye than Rippa. You have to work the dog you have, not the one you want.

Anyway, I almost canceled my Wednesday night session with the Woods but Shannon thought she could help me through it and I tend to agree. So what’d they do – put us on baby goats. That was a new one.  I thought, at first, that the goats needed space, but what they needed was super tight pressure to get the kids moving. Rippa LOVED that. She had to gently heel their little hinds to get them to move and she had a real hard time getting them off the fence, but between the noises and the biting and the total novelty of it – she was on again!

We moved on to their new goats – that’s something I love about going there, they change out stock ALL the time. I don’t think I’ve worked the same set of stock more than a handful of times that I’ve been there.  It went well. No issues. Was she fixed?

I asked the husband to come along with me today to work ducks and she did it again. We got going, she got the ducks out of the take pen and parked, but when they drifted back to the draw of the pen, she gave up.

“What’d I do?” I asked him.

”Nothing, but damn, yeah, she really quit!”

I had him call her in and send out Fury. I worked the ducks back and forth with Rippa in plain sight while Fury did fun things like outruns and fetching until Rippa was quivvering. Then I let them both work the ducks. Again, this isn’t something I’d do with other people’s animals, as two dogs at once is kind of rough on the ducks. The dogs don’t bite them or anything, but sometimes they’ll end up on top of them or in between them and it’s not pretty, but it gets Rippa excited and moving. I was pretty impressed with how both dogs took my commands so well together.

After a minute or so of that (it was hot), I had huz call Fury off and Rippa was game to play again, fetching all over the arena. I didn’t try anything fancy, just wanted to keep her motivated and happy. We quit quickly and all was good.

So . . . it looks like I need to build some confidence back up. I was working on so many new things – perfect distance outruns, flanks, driving, obstacles, adding stuff like a line, etc and Rippa is so situational that she doesn’t take it easily. She needs to understand what the thing is fully to do it with full commitment.

I don’t love that about her – it makes her slower to train to be effective, but I think it’s fine. She’s reliable on the chickens at home and she’s great at bringing stock off the hills or to get sorted because she understands it. If she were a little ranch dog, she’d get the game easily and that’s all I’d need. She might take extra work to be a precise trial dog, but that’s not the goal here anyway. I want dogs I can get in ranch homes that can go to work with minimal formal training  - so far so good there.

Where did this come from? Fury’s not remotely like Rippa in this way. In fact, Dustin put Fury on his goats with the husband attempting to handle (he’s pretty clueless, as you’ll see). Fury doesn’t quit if she doesn’t understand – she just goes harder. I talked to a number of people who have Rippa’s relatives and I guess it’s a pretty consistent thing. The dog I linebred on (it looks like Spike – Andrew’s Red Chickaspike) seems to have a fairly reliable incidence of dogs who would get sulky if they didn’t get something right away and need a confidence build up. To be clear, I’m not blaming Spike, nor saying all his relatives are like that, but it seems like that side of the line has it in there.

So, good to know. If I breed Rippa, it needs to be a super confident dog to improve that.

Anyway, so some more work to go, but we’re not ruined yet!

And bonus: here’s the video of 11.5 year old Fury working goats:

Oh! And the ducks are now laying! Green eggs:

It’s inspiring me to make things like this epic French Toast I had for breakfast:

Shut up and Rippa is not a border collie

At the end of my session yesterday, Dustin asked me what I’d learned, and I told him, “Shut up and Rippa is not a border collie.” Hence the title. (I think I told him that.)

Last week we took a break because she’s been acting kind of weird and wanting to quit, which I attribute to coming into heat. She is out of it now that I can tell but still a little sucky-uppy so when I went to sheep and ducks this week, I kept our sessions short. Watching her work the ducks, it occurred to me that her outruns aren’t actually bad anymore. She goes at it with appropriate speed – but still a lot straighter than a pretty arc to lift them. But it still works. Whatever she’s doing doesn’t affect the stock until she gets closer and she’s still controlling bringing them to me as if she were making pretty arcs.

Working sheep, I tried it again – we were fetching across the entire field (it’s got to be a two-acre field) and she would start out with her shoulder wide, but then turn in and go straight. But instead of making the sheep move off, they still sat there until she got close enough to get behind them and fetch them. My thought is this: she’s learned how to read her sheep (these sheep are pretty light, too), and she isn’t wasting energy on pretty arcs if she doesn’t need to. I think I’ve done a decent job showing her what I want with flanks and she’s taking over the job now.

It does NOT look like what Shannon and Dustin’s dogs do in a number of ways:

1 – it’s not that fast. She goes in at a walk or trot to do it, so that’s probably why she doesn’t need to arc.

2 – She’s not “snappy” or “precise” like how their dogs and Fury works. She responds, but she does it in time and she’s loose eyed enough that you don’t even know if she’s really trying to do anything or not, but it happens.  She’s less interested in responding to me than to just getting the job done (and I will tell you, I make a lot of bad calls on commands and I talk a lot).

3 – the super big arc out of contact with the stock isn’t there, but, like I said, that might be directly related to #1.

Basically, what it looks like to me is that as Rippa gets more experience with the stock and she feels less adrenaline about the job, she’s slowing down and thinking and she’s understanding what she’s supposed to do and doing it.

We tried, on sheep, to get a batch of them out of the field and into the round pen so I could work on Fury’s issues, but it wasn’t happening. The sheep were just too boogered. They seem a lot more flighty than they used to be, maybe because there are more and even when I sort out my faithful ones, they’re a little sour to things or feeding off the herd mentality which is lighter. It was a new chore for Rippa so she didn’t really ‘get it’ and I feel like it’ll take time for her to take over that job confidently. Nice thing, though, is I know how sheep work enough to know that taking on that task when Stephanie wasn’t around would be fine. They weren’t going to get lost if we failed. Sheep magnetize to what they know like all herd animals, so if they ran away, I was sure to find them by a pen somewhere and they were happy to run home when I gave up.

I pulled out Booger Ram (I’m sure Steph has a name for him) to work with the heavy sheep and while I was working Fury he was getting impatient with her tendency to dive bomb and started fighting rather than moving. Fury was worried less about him than the light sheep trying to escape so she never had to fight him (I don’t really want her too, since she’s 11 1/2 and I would like to keep her injury free and her remaining teeth in her head), but that meant Rippa got another work.

Booger Ram tried it on Rippa again and she was awesome. Calm walk up again, waiting for me to tell her what to do while he stamped at her, and when I said, “Hit him!” she was like, “you betcha!” Great direct hits on the poll, commitment, and then backing off like he needed to get the point. Here’s a photo after her work, knowing she’s a stud now.

I think working ducks really helped with that stuff. Both Fury and Rippa are more apt to back up on stock (ducks or sheep or cows) than they were because the ducks don’t just run faster if you put more pressure on them: they stop. There were times that the sheep would stop because they’d had enough of running, and both dogs backed up until the sheep moved again. Useful stuff, that!

Yesterday, Dustin started me out on  a new flock of goats and I told him I think I yell at Rippa too much because she’s doing the job even if it’s not how I want it to look and he agreed, so I tried really hard not to do anything but handle with body language. We had to put a line on her because the goats didn’t want to flock and they were REALLY exciting, which then brought down her excitement and by the end she was working slow and methodical and teaching them to fetch to me. It was awesome.

We went up to cows in the obstacle pen and she went and got them off the hill for me without any trouble, but I put the line back on her and she kind of lost her interest in it. I don’t know if it’s from last session when Dustin popped her on a line and she screamed and is now not so sure about whether or not she trusts him or what but she wasn’t really super awesome. Holes. It’s cool. She’ll come back. Good stuff everywhere else.

So, shut up, and your dog’s not a border collie. I finally get what that last bit means and why you have to be careful about border collie trainers. They probably also want your dog to work like a border collie. Dustin and Shannon are awesome about letting my dog be my dog and working her for what she is, not what they want, etc. I think it’s really building an all around stockdog.

And all of these different experiences on stock and the kinds of advances we’re making is really showing me how little you can tell about a dog if all it does is train for trialing. A real useful ranch hand or chore dog needs experience to get it down and not every dog has all the heart and go juice to back up the experience.  It’s one thing to take stock around an arena in under 15 minutes, and it’s another thing to work all day on stock that doesn’t know what the program is.

Super grateful to how things are working out. I’d say Kathy retiring has actually been one of the best things to happen to me in my stockdog career (after getting my foundation learning from Kathy) because I was so dependent on the experiences she was providing (and so dependent on doing what she said rather than feeling it and learning it myself) that I wouldn’t have had all of the ones I’m having now.

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to trial this fall because my schedule is insane, but I don’t really care. I’m putting in the time to learn all this and it’ll pay off with really knowing my dog and knowing what to look for in a stud if I decide to breed her because I’ve got the whole picture of what she is and whether she’s what I want to see for my goals.

Anywho, it’s cool.