I found this article lurking on my computer. I'm guessing it appeared in the BMDCNV newsletter sometime in 1998. The original title was missing.
Zoey — Utility Dog!
We began training for Utility in January 1997 when Open
was going badly. Zoey’s
stays were solid – I KNEW she’d break the down, her drop on recall
as likely to be a sit or a stop as anything else, and her retrieve involved a
really testy behavior – taking the jump and then waiting for me to give
a second command before she’d pick up the dumbbell and come back. We
had NQ’d nine times since our first leg… Stays were a riot with the
many members of the “Open-NQ-Club” commiserating in the out-of-sight
spot. And then, almost by mistake, Zoey qualified a second time and hope
raised its head again… Winter break was upon us and it was time to move
on…
Teaching Zoey to do scent articles was really our last full-blown battle. So
many things in our obedience repertoire are on-going skirmishes. Will she
do the drop signal? Will she drop-on-recall? Will she stay down? (Notice
a trend here?) But scent articles is an exercise where the dog must leave
you, go off on its own, and accomplish a task that only the dog can do. Zoey
understood immediately what the stakes were here. This exercise was not
going to happen unless she decided to participate.
We had learned the forced dumbbell retrieve with our previous trainer. Our
new one advocated kinder, gentler but no less firm methods and wanted me to try
and do this without force. I was all for this approach. So, one night
we set out four tied-down articles and one scented one with Zoey watching the
proceedings. I said “get it” and “find it”… Zoey
took two steps away and looked back at me. No way. I begged. I
pleaded. I had her fetch the one article by itself. I pulled her
back and ran her at the pile. I got a hoarse throat and lost my voice. When
I wouldn’t let her leave the scene, Zoey went and picked up her Vermont
chewman – “find Fred” being a game she understood. We
have three Fred’s and I had to remove all of them from the room. This
went on for days and weeks. Along the way, I did resort to holding her ear to
convince her to look at the articles. My trainer conceded that in this
case it worked, as it was returning to the foundation of Zoey’s retrieve – you
MUST do the exercise but I promise to make it worth your while with games and
treats when you do.
After about two weeks of working at getting Zoey to even try the exercise – progressing
from Zoey staring at the ceiling to avoid even LOOKING at the articles to Zoey
trying to pick up a tied-down one, having it snap back to floor and refusing
to try again to Zoey beginning to see the light and actually SNIFFING the articles – we
began to have hope. Two months later, we could proclaim that she “had
it.” The initial break-through took a while, but once she understood
the idea, I never had to worry that she couldn’t find it. Plenty
of OTHER things to worry about, but we’ll get to that later…
The rest of the exercises proceeded well with the usual sorts of ups and downs
and we signed up for our first trial in September. It was not an especially
good day. I would not recommend our judge to anybody looking for someone
to judge Utility A as he was an impatient and rather unforgiving sort, but we
blundered our way through the class despite him. Additionally, Zoey had
no interest and was completely OFF. If she showed like that regularly,
I would simply abandon it all together. It wasn’t fun for either
of us.
Our second attempt was much more encouraging. I was not expecting to qualify,
just “paying our dues” and getting some experience, but this trial
was a real boost to my spirits. Zoey made a relatively honest mistake on
an article, and (?????) took the same jump twice, but she worked with such enthusiasm
that I couldn’t possibly have cared less – the audience, the judge
and I were all convinced that as she came over that last jump she was definitely
going to knock me over and I may have taken a cautionary half-step back, but
she merely skidded into a beautiful sit with a hop. I was ecstatic.
In December we signed up for four shows in Boston. I still felt these were “expensive
run-throughs” and fully expected Zoey to ignore my drop signal. Day
One. Zoey completed signals successfully. My smile reached my ears,
I think, and I whispered to her, “WHAT are you doing?!” The
drop had been my biggest worry so as we proceeded through the rest of the exercises,
my jitters increased exponentially… Could it be? A leg? YES!!! Unbelievable!
We had entered Open as well on all four days and it was a small let-down when
Zoey broke one of her stays, but it was hard to care too much.
Day Two. Zoey behaved as she was “supposed” to and ignored
my first drop signal and did everything else beautifully. I was thrilled. THEN
she qualified in Open. That made for a VERY nice day.
Day Three. Zoey had a very, VERY weird heeling pattern for a very, VERY
forgiving Utility A judge. She really forgot where she was and at the first
halt she was somewhere in the middle of the ring. Without a word from me,
she remembered where she was supposed to be and returned to heel position while
the judge waited. Then we completed signals. Cool. She was
quite puzzled with the articles (we used the same set for four days but they
were well aired in between times) and by the time she returned with the second
one (thoroughly shuffling them all in the process), the judge had no idea if
it was right or not and had to check the number. We continued to scrape
by until directed jumping. On the first go-out, Zoey went to the far-left
corner. The judge indicated the right-hand jump. Yeah, right. But
she did it! And then she completed the second half. The judge announced, “We
have a qualifier!” How about second place with a 172?! We’ll
take it! Call the show photographer!
We went on to qualify in Open – a virtual UDX leg! (Not a real one – you
have to get your UD first!)
Day Four. At this point, I didn’t WANT to qualify in Utility. In
the coming sixty days that we would be permitted to show in Utility A, following
completion of the title, there were NO shows. We’d be heading straight
for the B-classes with no time spent in A where the competition is a little less
stiff and the goals are much simpler. But hey, if we came home with our
three legs, we’d buy our “brag” cake for the obedience club
and be very happy.
Zoey started out by qualifying in signals. Again, that was very cool. Considering
this was our weak point to-date, I was excited that she had done the drop three
out of four times. She went out to get her first article, found it, and
was on her way back when suddenly she spotted something on the ceiling. She
stopped. She spit out the article. She moved to the edge of the ring
to get a closer look. Everyone in the room is now looking at the ceiling. (Unfortunately
the punch line – “Made you look!” – was not forthcoming.) There
was really nothing to see, other than one of those big heater units that hang
on the ceilings in gymnasiums, warehouses, and armories. The judge and
I both tried to convince her to go back and get that article. Nothing doing. Okay
fine. I wanted to NQ without the dog developing a bad habit and that covered
it beautifully. Weird things on the ceiling are extenuating circumstances.
Zoey found the second article and I bent down and called her with open arms
to prevent a repeat performance. We proceeded through the rest of the exercises,
thankfully getting the glove furthest from that strange corner, and started directed
jumping. Zoey was not going anywhere near that side of the ring and took
the right hand jump twice. I must say that judge was great – when
a sheltie crashed the bar during directed jumping, he reset the jump and instructed
the handler to repeat the exercise so the dog wouldn’t come away frightened. How
nice is that?!
We excused ourselves from Open halfway through the class when Zoey demonstrated
that she clearly was not well and remaining in the ring was unfair to the rest
of the competitors. Four days in that very germ-y environment and perhaps
some overly greasy pigs’ ears had played havoc with her system. (She
recovered.)
In February we traveled to a two-day trial where we had entered Open B and
Utility A both days. Saturday went badly with no drop on recall in Open and no
drop signal in Utility. I tried to psyche myself up to being excited about
the fact that she DID do her down-stay. Sunday, Zoey again said no-thanks
on the drop on recall. My spirits were low, but okay, here comes our Utility
class… We can do this. Really.
We’re doing okay and we get to gloves. We have quite an audience
because there’s not a lot of room, so there’s not much choice but
to watch the other competitors, and we also have a cheering squad from our obedience
club. Plus, how often do you see a Berner in Utility? Glove #3, the
judge says. We turn and pivot. Zoey marks. I send her.
Something about the ring gates was unusual, I forget what now, but halfway
between glove #2 and glove #3 there was something worth looking at. Zoey went and
looked at it. I think I heard the audience audibly gasp. But, once
she’d checked it out, Zoey remembered what she was doing and went and collected
glove #3. Phew!
Directed jumping. Her go-outs are getting shorter, and the second one was
VERY short. I was convinced it was TOO short. But the judge said
send her and I knew she could do it so I did. She took the correct jump
and the class was finished… But that last go-out was sort of questionable
in everybody’s mind and while the judge made her last notations, we waited
in the ring to be excused. When she finally looked up and announced “you
qualified” the crowd erupted in cheers and a poor Novice A team NQ’d
from the shock of it. I was delirious with joy (although very sorry for
the Novice A team). There were a lot of congratulations passed back and
forth.
Would you believe we haven’t qualified in Utility since? We showed
throughout the spring season, including at the National Specialty (NQ’d
in both Open and Utility), with absolutely no luck… Maybe two or three
qualifying rounds in Open, but Utility just got worse and worse. Only
once did we do everything, but the judge got tired of waiting on the drop signal
and gave me a second signal which I ignored and then Zoey finally went down on
her own. Because of the second signal from the judge, we were NQ’d,
but I was pleased with the class overall.
And that’s how it went… Zoey took longer and longer to obey the drop
signal until I had to use second commands. On go-outs, she’d get
halfway out and stop to see if I was going to make her, knowing that in a show
situation I couldn’t. In training she worked brilliantly. So
many times we’ve said, “if only we could have a trial in Elaine’s
back yard…
Zoey’s continued inventiveness and some other things on my mind just made
it too depressing to continue. When I had decided to quit, I had one more
show to go to. We went and while we didn’t qualify, Zoey’s
attitude was 100% better… I had taken the pressure off of myself and
thus off of her and she was a little more interested in working.
We took a long break, doing nothing but the occasional set of signals all summer
long, putting the articles and jumps away, selling our house and buying a new
one, dealing with Tycho’s illness and subsequent loss. Gradually,
we began to put the pieces of Utility back together again, reintroducing go-outs
and jumping, trying for more enthusiastic heeling, and inventing new problems
on articles. (Bring it back? Why would I want to do that? I’ll just stay
out here and fool around until steam blows out your ears…)
Zoey earned a second place at our club’s fall member’s match, squeezing
between our trainer’s two Dalmatians in the placings. We were encouraged
enough to enter one day in Boston in December (1998), but our entry was lost
in cyberspace. We continued to work casually, trying to correct a severe
left hook on go-outs and arguing about articles, and had a repeat of the fall
match in the spring… Theo, Zoey, and Simon. These were wonderful
boosts to our confidence.
I’m reading Janet Lewis’ book “Smart Trainers / Brilliant Dogs” and
taking a fresh look at the whole issue of reinforcement – when, where,
what, how. The principals of what a “reward” means to not just
the giver of that reward but more importantly to the recipient are starting to
sink in. And with Tycho gone, Zoey and I have had not only the time
but the need to work on our communication skills. Tycho always let us know
what she wanted and we never had any doubts. Zoey went along for the ride. Now
she is making a larger effort to let us know what she wants and we are learning
her signals.
And so, just for fun, we plan to show in the occasional trial, but with Zoey’s
less-than-perfect elbows and our two equally stubborn personalities, the UDX
potential that I saw a glimpse of has evaporated. We will move on to other
things and be very thrilled with all that we have accomplished. Time
for Zoey to demonstrate how it’s done to a new furball… But we
have to find him or her first!
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Follow-up note:
I entered Zoey in a trial in the spring of 1999, Shrewsbury Dog Training Club, where she qualified for the first time since earning her UD title. The 182 we earned that day represented the long road we had traveled to get back to where we were really teammates again. I remember people saying, "so, are you entered in Open, too?" as though being in Utility B presumed you were trying for a UDX leg, but I said, "No, we're doing this for fun and entering Open B would NOT be fun." Qualifying in Utility was more than enough for us. My show summary notes read: "Slow on the drop but decent heeling, even with a forward, left turn, fast pattern. Solid articles. She LOVED getting examined. First go-out was adequate - most of the way; second go-out was pretty short. Our FOURTH leg - YAY!!! She can walk!"
The next time I showed Zoey was at Ladies — which would have been late May or early June, 1999, for our Regional Specialty. She had the Utility class of her life — galloping on the heeling, and quick, trotting returns with articles, the glove, and from the moving stand. But when we started directed jumping, she started out and then looked back and said, "I can't Mom, it'll hurt," and because we had restored our faith in each other, I knew she wasn't pulling a trick. She meant it, I believed her, and I happily retired her. With rest, chiropractic treatment and joint supplements, she lived out her life completely sound. She always loved directed jumping and at training club, she would bark at the other dogs learning how to do it as if to say, "you're doing it all wrong — let me show you!" We'd set the jumps low and let her show off.
I sure learned a lot from training that dog...