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Do you click with your dog?

It normally took years for trends to reach African shores, that was until Africa discovered the worldwide web. Information and training techniques spread like wildfires over a sun-dried African savannah, for good or for bad these techniques were spread like the gospel and seen as the miraculous training method. This, unfortunately, does not only apply to Africa, but to many parts of the world.
To break it down, you need to have a comprehensive understanding of how a dog’s mind works.

A dog understands his name by repetitive training and positive reinforcements. A dog understands commands several ways, you can force it like with force fetch training (negative – positive response training) working on a leash is something I consider force training too, although a more positive less negative form of training. You can also use condition training like with a clicker and treats. Then there is the method I believe in, as taught by Jeppe Stridh, the 95% positive reinforcements /praise and 5% correction method, using the red light- green light principles. Although during the initial training phase it would be more correct to say it is a combination of the order of the principles. Right at the start of the training, the very beginning, treats may be used to teach a sit command to a puppy, but it is also the only phase they may get used in. This initial treat is more a bonding exercise, than a treat training exercises as you are replacing the bitch in the feeding cycle.

I could have titled this article How to confuse your dog and frustrate yourself because this is exactly what we are doing blending training methods and techniques. The secret, that is no secret at all when training a dog, is and always will be consistency. Besides the verbal and whistle commands a dog responds to tone and body language (as well as hand signals) of the handler too. Keeping everything consistent is what turns a good dog into a better one. Why do I not use the clicker method? Read for yourself and decide.

It is my belief and opinion that a dog that works for respect and affection (praise) within a pack type environment will in the end outclass and outlast any dog trained by clicker and or treats. If you use a clicker and treats, the only reward your dog receives is the treat and limited freedom. My preferred method rewards the dog with unlimited freedom, praise and a understanding of where it fits into the pack, it also teaches the dog respect. Besides all of the above, it builds confidence and trust in both the dog and the handler while forging a stronger bond between them. Contrary to what people believe my hunting dog is not kept in a kennel and then cut loose every now and again. My dog lives with me, on the couch, on the bed, in the car, but I can at anytime give my dog a command when I no longer wish for him to be on the bed or couch and he will comply!
You do not need skills to train with a clicker, neither do you need confidence or ability. You are solely relying on the clicker and treats to train the dog. With limited skill and ability, you are no leader to your dog, you are a treat dispenser! When a dog lives in the wild, there are no treats to teach him, there is a pecking order within the pack environment to which every dog adheres or gets rebuked by one of the pack members. It is a simple and common language that dogs have developed over hundreds of years, why change what the dog understands?

It is common knowledge that the level of control/discipline during trial competitions have decreased over the past 40 plus years, the reason has nothing to do with the ability of the dogs but rests solely with the trainers who either train using “new” methods or prescribes to the philosophy that wilder dogs hunt better. A multidiscipline hunting dog needs a multidimensional training method using consistent commands and corrections executed at exactly the right moment.

A good trainer, or handler, will plan every single detail of his training sessions down to the finest details. He will know exactly which commands to use, when to apply more correction or when to give more encouragement. He will have a confident body posture and language, he will anticipate an error by the dog and correct it at exactly the right time. His tone will be steady and simple without repeating commands or physically touching the dog. There will be no confusing, or contradictory, commands given. The dog will clearly understand what is expected from him during these sessions. If you lack the confidence and ability seek help, training in front of the mirror by yourself is a good start, so is writing down your commands and memorizing them.

Many clicker trainers find themselves frustrated and confused once they have to work a dog in a uncontrolled environment. Dogs that run after rabbits and chase cats are common. Dogs that do not socialize well with other dogs and people are not uncommon either. Once the dog reaches a distance away from its handler where the clicker is no longer effective, it is pure chaos. Making it even worse is that now the handler tries to “speak” to the dog using other methods with disastrous results. You cannot speak Afrikaans to a Chinese dog and expect it to understand you! Why start training with the clicker if you know it will not be effective once the dog reaches a certain distance from you, why go and teach a whole new language to the dog if you could have used one language right from the start?

Working a dog out to 300-400 meters takes more than skill. The invisible lead that runs between dog and handler is woven from skill, ability, respect, praise, trust and glued together by the bond of interaction forged by hours and years of work. I have unfortunately seen more dogs getting trained with e-collars after clicker training. I will be humble and say this, if a dog is happy and you can control his three basic instincts (to hunt, to mate, to fight) when the dog is off leash then no matter what method you have used, you have succeeded.

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Tok Mostert, a Professional Hunter from South Africa, now living in Sweden,  is sharing his writings on dog training with us. You can start reading them from Part 1 here.

British Field Trials: What’s Inside – Originally Published in Sentieri di Caccia December 2016

Disclaimer: This is the second of a series of articles I wrote for the Italian press. I wrote this article for Italian readers, this means that British people are not going to learn anything new from these pages and, whereas I did my best to be accurate, they may even find some inaccuracies. If so, please notify me. The first article of the series can be found here.

Italy breeds the best English Setters in the world, so presumably Italy also organizes the best field trials in the world, if so… why go to compete in Great Britain?

What you just read above is the widespread Italians opinion on the matter. Are they right? Are they wrong? This is an “opinion”, hence I do not think it can be right or wrong, it is simply an opinion. The true, or presumed,  supremacy of the Italian English Setter is rooted in our culture, our believes and our tradition about hunting and shooting. Is my choice to compete in the UK an expression of dissent? No, or rather not completely, as I firmly believe that experiencing different methods and traditions can enrich dogs, hunting and trials.

But why the UK? For a whole bag of reason, some objective and some subjective; some widely accepted and some widely ridiculed. Some accused me of taking a shortcut,t as if British trials were much easier than ours. Wrong assumption! British field trials are NOT easier than Italian ones! I first met this reality in 2015 when I had the opportunity to watch the Champions Stake for Setters and Pointers. This was an awakening, James Joyce would have called it an epiphany, it was one of a kind experience which opened my eyes about field trials and training. Some of my readers probably remember what I wrote at the time, underlining that despite the lack of “professional” handlers, everybody was very “professional”.

A few hints

The first problem you have to face, if you want to compete in the UK, is entering a trial. Before you can even send your application, you have to get an ATC (Authorization to Compete) number from the Kennel Club. Then you have to understand when the trials take place: in Great Britain, trials take place only in specific period s of the year. There are two weeks of grouse trials in March; one on partridge in April; four on grouse in July/August and, finally, one more week on partridge in September. This is how things are organized for British Pointing Dogs, HPRs (Continental Pointing Dogs) follow a different calendar. Being the number of trials fairly limited (at least if compared to the hundreds of trials taking place in Italy each year), it often happens that there are more perspective competitors than available places. Each trial features only one stake (in Italy many stakes can take place simultaneously, on nearby grounds) and it is judged by two judges who can evaluate up to 40 dogs. As you can imagine, waiting lists are common and so are dogs put on “reserve”, ready to run if a another competitor retires. To enter a trial, competitors must contact the organizing club before the deadline and send the entry form together with the money (prices can range between 10 and 30 pounds). The club secretary will take care of everything and create a list giving priority to the club’s members and to dogs who had already had placement in British trials. As you may see, it is not easy for a foreign newcomer to get a run. In my limited experience, however, I learnt that usually Scottish trials are less popular and that the Novice Class is sometimes easier to access. When possible, moreover, is always good to show up at the trial venue because some competitors might retire their dogs right before the trial. As for becoming a member of the clubs, it can be done but it might take up to a year the formal sponsorship by two former members and meeting you face to face. Each club usually organizes two days of trials, one for the Open Stake and one for the Novice or for the Puppy Stake. The latter is open to dogs under 2 years of age. Dogs who had never placed 1^st or 2^nd but are older than 2 years can run in the Novice Stake. The Open Stake, instead, is open to any dogs (and compulsory for dogs who placed 1^st or 2^nd ) but dogs who had previously been graded are more likely to get a run. I managed to compete both in Novice and in Open and I watched some Puppy Stakes: rules are identical for any of these stakes but judges can be “kinder” towards dogs competing in Novice and Puppy.

I liked almost all the dogs competing in the Open Stakes: most of them were good and well trained specimen, the overall level was high. As for the Novice Stakes, I saw good and perfectly trained dogs but also some dogs who still needed more experience and more training, some of these dogs, nevertheless, possessed the natural qualities to do very well in a Open Stake. As for the Puppy Stakes, they were quite unpredictable but I really loved seeing people being brave enough to run young pups, some of them were not even one year old: I really enjoyed watching these stakes.

Obedience is extremely important

To compete in British trials (even in the Novice and Puppy Stakes), it is vital to have a good control on your dog. Dogs who ran away and disobey are not appreciated, they might make organizers and other competitors unhappy but, most of all, they will alarm gamekeepers. Dogs must be very steady to flush and shot and drop on command. Judges can also ask you to drop your dog while his bracemate is on point: some British dogs are not naturally backers, so the judge can ask competitors to drop dogs on command. These skills are not negotiable and it is not easy to obtain these behaviour when a dog is surrounded by grouse. Game density can be incredibly high, the dog must be under control and have quite an amount of self control. If we want to compare these trials to the Italian ones, judges pay much more attention on obedience: steadiness to flush means not moving at all, a dog cannot even attempt to step forward or jump on himself; turn left means turn left and so on. The same is true for steadiness to shot, I have been eliminated a couple of times because Briony moved or jumped on herself after the shot, excitement can lead to this, but does not make it more tolerated. During a trial you are not allowed to yell, nor you can touch the dog. You can moderately use the whistle to direct or drop the dog, but you cannot touch him unless and until the judge orders you to put the lead on. You cannot encourage your dog to road and produce the bird by touching him: this behaviour would lead to an elimination. The judge tells you how to interact with the dog: you have to wait for him to tell you that you can let your dog produce the bird; that you can pick him up or that you have to drop him. The biggest difference between our trials and British trials, however, is likely to be the behaviour judges expect after the dog has been shot over. In our trials we usually put the lead on and then maybe cast the dog again, if there is still time (our runs last 15 minutes), in Britain, after the birds have been flushed and a shot fired, the dog is supposed to “clear the ground” making sure there are no grouse left. Given the amount of game (you can read more about this here), it is unlikely that the dog pointed only one, or a few grouse, more grouse, maybe part of the same covey, might still be there and the dog has to work them properly. He should road and flush them, keeping his enthusiasm at bay but, most of all, without hesitation. This is not easy, many birds sitting tight together can produce a strong scent which can confuse the less experienced dogs, at the same time they might be incredibly tempting. Clearing the ground is not always easy, it happened to me to find several grouse during a clear the ground some of which were bold enough to fly straight into the dog’s face, a tough way to test for steadiness.

Each stake is judged by two judges and a dog, in order to be graded, must run twice: this, together with the clear the ground (that does not exists in our trials), increases the likelihood of mistakes being made. If you are still thinking that British trials are “easy”, let me tell you that the mistakes made during the run’s first minute – which are not taken in account in our trials – can lead to an elimination in the country ruled by Queen Elizabeth II. Hare and rabbit shall not be forgotten and, together with the abundance of grouse, make obedience incredibly important. The Italians main focus are the dog’s natural abilities and, therefore, they might be shocked by seeing so much importance given to obedience. Some of my countrymen think that focusing so much on these kind of details you risk to forget the whole picture. It can happen, indeed, but at the same time, obedience and trainability shall never been undervalued. While discussing the Italian version of this article with a British handler told me that, whereas he understood and partly agrees with the Italian point of view, “not selecting for a trait, in the long run, leads to a selection against this trait”. These were his exact words and I agree on them, my ideal evaluation, indeed would be something in between the two systems.

Let’s now talk about practicalities: you are expected to reach the venue ON TIME and drive a proper off road 4×4 car. Nobody has a huge van, it will not be of any use; people with many dogs have a pick up truck and a dog trailer. You might have to cross streams or drive on rocks, a normal car cannot do that. Lunch is eaten on the moor and you have to bring your own lunch (in Italy the venue is usually a restaurant and you go to eat there after the trial). Once the stake starts, people are allowed to follow on foot with the dogs kept on lead. As you can end up walking for hours in a mutable – and often windy- weather, it is advisable to carry with you all the clothes you might need. High heather, cracks and quicksand make the grounds demanding for the dogs and for you as well. All competitors are expected to remain until the end of the trials, when the awards are given. If, for a valid reason, you need to leave the ground in advance, you have to ask permission to the organizers and let them know when you are leaving. A steward of the beat coordinates what happens on the ground supported by one or more gamekeepers and a gun (the person who shoots the produced bird – without killing it). The gamekeepers present at the trials are the same people who take care of the moor all year round, hence they want to be sure that dogs and people do not harm the wildlife they protect. Trials are run in private estates which are generously lent to the clubs, competitors must respect the grounds and the wildlife: dogs out of control are not welcome and can put you under a bad light as well as put organizers in a bad position.

More on the differences between Italian and British trials can be read here.

The Puppy Derby and the Champion Stake 2016

In the summer of 2016 I watched and ran in many field trials that took place in Northern England (Durham County and North Yorkshire) and Scotland (Highlands & The Borders), here I am telling you about the Puppy Derby and about the Champion Stake only. Those who want to know more about dogs and grouse can follow my blog www.dogsandcountry.it , the section “A Month on the Moor” is entirely dedicated to my month among heather.  In 2016, the Puppy Derby and the Champion Stake were organized by the SFTA (Scottish Field Trials Association), a big club whose president is Wilson Young and whose secretary is Jon Kean. Jon is a journalist as well and writes on dogs and shooting, he trusted my skills enough to let me follow both the trials closely, I am grateful for that. The Puppy Derby took place on 9th August at Tollishill Estate, owned by the Duke of Northumberland, and located near Lauder (a small village not too far from Edinburgh, on the Borders between Scotland and England). Whereas the catalogue listed 30 dogs, only 9 actually ran in the Puppy Derby. This trial is open to dogs under 2 years old: I do not know why the numbers dropped so dramatically, it might have been caused by a kennel cough epidemic or by the fact that some pups were still not ready to compete. Many of the competitors were about one year old and certainly paid a high price for their lack of experience; hare coming from every direction further complicated things. Billy Darragh and Colin Forde (Ireland), who judged the trial, could only grade one dog,  Ballyellen Tango, English Setter dog aged almost two, owned by Billy Connelly (Ireland) and handled by Gerry Devine (Ireland), Gerry is one of the few professional handlers. Whereas only one dog could be graded, I saw some interesting specimen as far as natural qualities, I especially liked two English Setters and I hope to have a chance to see them at work again when they will be more experienced.

On 10th and 11th August, we moved to Byrecleugh Estate, still close to Lauder, kindly offered by the Duke of Roxeburghe. The Champion Stake is a special trial that takes places every year: only the dogs who had gained a 1st or a2nd placement in previous trials (Open Stake) are allowed to run. This year something new was going to happen: the trial would have been judged by three judges, no longer by two. The chosen ones were Meryl Asbury, Shaun McCormack and Michael Houston, the latter two were from Ireland. They were going to see 37 dogs, less than expected due, again, to the kennel cough epidemics. On the morning of the 10th, many dogs made mistakes which lead to their elimination. The first braces ran in very high heather, grouse were well hidden and walking away from them, flying from a distance; later in the morning grouse density decreased and things became slightly easier. In the afternoon we had a torrential rain, but many dogs did extremely well in those conditions (Photogallery for the day here). Only 14 dogs “survived” day 1st and 7 of them, I allow myself to be partial sometimes, were English Setters! On the 11th, all the survivors exhibited outstanding performances, confirming to the judges that they had made wise choices (Photogallery for the day here). I really appreciated how the judges directed the trial, they worked together in harmony and always sided with the dogs, never against them. They were incredibly supportive and really did their best to give the same opportunities to all the dogs and sometimes closed an eye on minor details. Having three judges (one on the left, one on the right and one in the centre) made this trial slightly different. The dogs were allowed to run further and wider and what happened was not much different from what I am used to see here in Italy. When allowed some more freedom, these dogs were still doing very well and were not inferior to most of the Italian dogs I routinely see at our trials.

Once back at the venue, Allan Neill, a very reputable trainer and handler from Ireland, asked me to tell him which dog was going to win in my opinion. You were close to the dogs, he added, so you should have seen everything well and have an opinion. Without hesitation, I made a name, Allan agreed upon the fact the winner was going to be an English Setter, yet he was not sure it was going to be the dog I named. But… I was right! FT.Ch. Ballyellen Cara (mother of Ballyellen Tango, who won the Puppy Derby) placed first: her run was unforgettable and she surely possesses some great qualities, I remembered (and liked) her from Champion Stake 2015, at the time she was eliminated but given awarded as the most stylish dog on the ground.

Champion Stake 2016

I° FT. Ch. Ballyellen Cara English Setter bitch owned by Billy Connelly (Ireland), handled by Gerry Devine (Ireland)

II° Frosted Elfin at Fleetstalk English Pointer dog, owned by Steve e Sharon Lound and handled by Steve Lound

III° Hunshigo Donard Irish Setter bitch owned and handled by Mark Adams (Ireland)

IV° Bownard Cherry Cherry Irish Setter dog owned by Donna Clark and handled Colin Forde (Ireland)

Certificates of Merit: Upperwood Clover and FT Ch. Upperwood Hera English Setter bitches owned and handled by Dom Goutorbe and Upperwood Ash Alert English Setter bitch owned and handled by David Hall

The organizers would like to thank the sponsor Red Mills.

Slideshow below

Una volta uscita dall’Eurotunnel sono rimasta un po’ male: non c’era nulla di speciale. Sì, finalmente ero in in Inghilterra, a Folkestone per l’esattezza, ma non c’era nulla di particolare a darci il benvenuto, ci avevano mandato via dal treno ed era finita lì, nessun edificio peculiare solo una strada anonima che confluiva in un’altra altrettanto anonima, ma più trafficata. Ho già raccontato del viaggio verso il “Nord” e potete leggerne qui, tra parentesi adoro quella scritta! Oggi vi racconterò cosa è successo nei pressi dell’aeroporto di Stanstead, mi pare fosse proprio lì miglio più o meglio meno, ricordo gli aerei volare bassi sulla mia testa.

Mentre mi preparavo per prendere l’Eurotunnel, mi sono accorta di alcuni puntini marroni tra il pelo di Briony. Sfortunatamente, ho trascorso il mio semestre “specialistico” (modulo professionalizzante) a Malattie Parassitarie il che significa che so più di quanto vorrei su insetti e altre creature che infestano gli animali domestici. La combinazione puntini neri +  cane  +  pelo era pertanto piuttosto allarmante,tuttavia ho cercato di fare del mio meglio per restare positiva. Del resto, prima di partire, avevo fatto il bagno a Briony, l’avevo pulita e toelettata perché volevo proprio evitare questo tipo di problemi. Durante tutta la sua vita, ha avuto raramente parassiti, sono pignola per queste cose, non avevo motive per temere il peggio. Ciononostante, volevo certezze! Era già pomeriggio quando ho iniziato a cercare una stazione di servizio. Il mio navigatore, e anche i cartelli stradali, ne indicavano una, ho seguito i loro consigli e mi sono persa. Può suonare stupido, ma abituata alle autostrade italiane, da cui non si esce per nessun motivo, salvo l’essere arrivati a destinazione, mi è sembrato molto strano dover uscire per poter fare il pieno. Da noi l’autostrada si paga, in Gran Bretagna no, ma è strutturata per dare al suo interno tutto quello che può servire a un automobilsta, per me era tutto strano. Seguendo le indicazioni, sono finita in un paesino, per l’esattezza nel Country Club di quel paesino: molto gradevole , ma non quello che serviva a me. Così, mi sono fermata in un angolo, ho respirato, mi sono ricomposta e non mi sono data per vinta, ho riprovato e raggiunto per tentativi il gigantesco parcheggio di un centro commerciale. Mi serviva il bagno, in estate bevo moltissima acqua, mi serviva qualcosa di fresco da bere e del cibo per cena, ma faceva troppo caldo per lasciare a lungo il cane in auto. Ho risolto lasciando la macchina mezza aperta e facendo tanti micro viaggi avanti e indietro.

Dopo il primo viaggio – verso il bagno – sono tornata all’auto, ho fatto uscire Briony e ho iniziato a scavare tra borse e valige. Obiettivo “la borsa delle spazzole” e il sacchetto delle medicine. Il primo ad entrare in azione è stato il pettinino antipulci, che ha confermato i miei timori: il cane aveva addosso decine, forse centinaia, di pulci. Eravamo partiti da casa senza pulci ed ora ne eravamo invasi, bella sorpresa! Non amo ricorrere a farmaci e sostanze tossiche e so benissimo che gli insetticidi meno potenti hanno efficacia relativa, ma qualcosa andava fatto. Ho così deciso di adottare una strategia strutturata su più fasi: il primo passo consisteva nel cercare le pulci, una per una, e spiaccicarle per essere sicura del loro decesso. Questo passaggio ha richiesto più di un’ora, dopodiché ho sprayato tutto il cane con Frontline, Rp03 (neem) e le ho messo un collare Scalibor (sono tutte molecole compatibili tra loro), capite ora perché quando viaggio mi porto di tutto? Tocco finale sprayata alla gabbia e alla macchina. Non mi piacciono gli insetticidi, sono un veterinario olistico in divenore, ma mi trovavo di fronte ad un disastro e andava fatto ricorso al’artiglieria pesante.

Sistemato il tutto, siamo ripartire con la speranza di raggiungere Woodland, nella contea di Durham e mia destinazione finale, ad un orario decente. Credo di aver raggiunto il mio B&B attorno alle nove di sera. Sotto la luce dorata del sole tutto sembrava accogliente e pacifico, i proprietari mi hanno dato la stessa impressione. Una piccola fattoria con muri di pietra, circondata da pascoli e da cavalli, un bellissimo posto da chiamare “casa”, anche se solo per un po’. (Slideshow sotto).

Ps. Se siete curiosi di conoscere la provenienza delle pulci, credo fossero francesi, omaggio dei gatti che gironzolavano attorno all’hotel…

When eventually came out from the Eurotunnel I was disappointed: there was nothing special. Of course I was in Folkestone, England, but there was nothing welcoming us: we were simply sent away our train and met no special buildings, nothing but for an anonymous road leading us to more trafficked one. I already wrote about driving in England, to The North, and you can read my impressions here, I love that sign by the way! Today, I will concentrate on what happened in around Stanstead Airport, I think it was there, mile more or mile less, I remember planes flying low over my head.
While waiting for my train, at the Eurotunnel, I noticed some dark brown dots among Briony hair. “Unfortunately”, I have been a parasitology intern for a whole semester, which means I know more than I wish to know about all sort of nasty bugs infesting pets. The combination black dots + dog + hair, therefore, elicited quite an alarming reaction, but I desperately tried to be positive. Briony had been bathed, cleaned and groomed before I left, to make sure she was not going to travel around Europe carrying any clandestine bugs. She hardly had any parasites during all her life and I am quite picky in these things, I really had no reason to fear the worst. My inquisitive mind, however, was looking for detailed answers. It was afternoon when I decided to stop at a service station: my sat nav told me that there was one (and road signs said the same) so I followed their advice and I got lost. I know it might sound stupid, but in Italy motorway’ service stations are ON the motorway, not elsewhere. Since you pay to access the motorway here, you are not supposed to leave it until your trip is over: they basically lock you inside, together with everything you might need. You do not need to leave the motorway to buy some food, or some gas. So, as naïve as I can sometimes be, I could not believe my sat nav was taking me away from the motorway. I ended up in a small village, at a small village Country Club to be more precise, very pretty but no service stations. I stopped the car in a corner, recollected myself and persisted, eventually landing in a giant parking lot surrounded by supermarkets of all sorts. I badly needed a toilet (I drank so much water on the way!), something fresh to drink and a dinner for the night but… it was incredibly hot, too hot to leave the dog in the car for a prolonged time. I ended up leaving the car semi-open and having multiple- short- trips the shops.
After the first trip – toilet -I went back to the car, took Briony out, walked her and then dug among bags and suitcases to find the “grooming bag” and the medicines case. Flea comb came out first confirming my fears: the dog was carrying hundreds of bugs. I could not believe it: she was bug free when we left from home and now she was covered with fleas! I do not like chemicals and I know the less toxic products against fleas are not 100% effective but, I had to do something! I decided to adopt a multi-step strategy: part first consisted in looking for any single bug and smashing it, to be sure of its death. It took more than an hour… I then took Frontline spray, Neem spray and Scalibor collar (I travel heavy for a reason!) and placed all of them (these molecules can be safely used together) on Briony… I am an holistic vet in progress, I try to avoid medicines and chemicals at all costs, but I was so shocked by all those fleas that I opted for heavy artillery! I did not want to carry all those fleas around much longer.
As soon as she looked cleaner, I sprayed Frontline inside the crate and inside the car and left, in the hope to reach Woodland, in County Durham, my final destination, before the sunset. I think I parked in my B&B yard at around 9 PM, it was the golden hour and the place looked peaceful and welcoming. The owners were as well, I immediately loved that small “farm” with stone walls, surrounded by horses and paddocks, an ideal temporary home! (Slideshow with pictures below).

Ps. If you wonder where did the fleas came from… I think they were a gift from some French cats roaming around the French hotel…

Still curious about British trials? Check the section A Month on the Moor or click here.

I have seen many people train dogs yet I have seen very few people name train their dogs. I had a interesting conversation with Flake’s breeder yesterday on this particular subject.

Sure your dog knows it’s name, but do you use it consistently before every command? I know I do.

“Flake – Out”

“Flake – Sit”

” Flake – Stay”

” Flake – YES, YES”

Sounds pretty simple and for the most part name training a dog could be seen as pretty useless, but for those of us who train multiple dogs and run with bracemates, name training may just give you the edge over someone else.

For instance when your dog is backing another dog on point and they are very close together. Calling your dog back or in with a whistle, may also cause a problem with the dog on point, but if you name train and give the appropriate command you could very easily pull your dog out from the position or even stop him from advancing with the dog on point when their command comes.

Handling several dogs at the same time, has unlimited possibilities and problems, but if your dogs understand that they can only act once their name is called, it makes things easier.

I have seen too many dogs that get confused when they are run together with a bracemate and their bracemate gets a stern command, often your dog will react to this and the moment it does that, it’s not hunting and there lies a problem. Use it don’t use it, but be prepared to pay the price.

Next article here.

Tok Mostert, a Professional Hunter from South Africa, now living in Sweden,  is sharing his writings on dog training with us. You can start reading them from Part 1 here.

I cani non smettono mai di stupirmi e gli umani… di deludermi!

Questa settimana, ho viaggiato in treno fin troppe volte. Dopo settimane passate in eremitaggio sui libri, sono stata rispedita nel mondo reale, una realtà molto affollata. Quando penso ai cani, che vivono in un mondo di umani  – fatto PER umani – mi vengono in mente i viaggi di Gulliver. A Lilliput si sente fuori posto, e altrettanto accade a Brobdingnag (la terra dei giganti): questi mondi non sono adatti a persone della sua taglia. La situazione non cambia nella terra degli Houyhnhnms, un posto dominato dai cavalli che regnano sugli umani. Qui Gulliver prova ad adattarsi e a vivere secondo le regole degli Houyhnhnms. Non finisce bene ma queste avventure mi anno pensare a come i cani percepiscano il mondo umano in cui sono costretti a vivere. Non per essere di parte, ma queste creature sono straordinarie: sono generalmente più piccoli di noi (quindi per loro tutto è più grande!); non possono parlare; non sanno leggere; riescono a comprendere il nostro linguaggio solo in parte; sono spesso SOLI tra gli umani e… nonostante tutto questo se la cavano egregiamente!

Ieri stavo chiudendo un pezzo sulla cognizione canina, è emerso che i cani sono formidabili nel comprendere i segnali sociali umani. Nessun’altra specie, esclusi gli umani che leggono altri umani, è cosi brava, nemmeno le scimmie, nostre parenti prossime. Non sto farneticando, se siete scettici vi posso assicurare che tutto è stato confermato dalla scienza, se siete interessati potete leggere di più in  Gli manca solo la parola.

Noi umani ce la caveremo altrettanto bene in un mondo di cani, fatto a misura di cane? Non penso,  e non perché ci toccherebbe mangiare i loro avanzi, o dormire per terra. Non ce la caveremmo bene per il semplice motivo che non sappiamo leggere i cani! Forse questo non è vero per chi mi sta leggendo ma la maggior parte degli esseri umani non ha la minima idea di come interpretare correttamente un cane. Non è necessario essere comportamentisti o addestratori professionisti, tutti i proprietari dovrebbero saper leggere ALMENO i loro cani, almeno gli atteggiamento di base. Giorno dopo giorno, mi accorgo che questo non accade e, sì, considerando il fatto che la gente fraintende (e conseguentemente maltratta), persino i propri bambini, che appartengono alla loro stessa specie, è possibile che le mie aspettative siano eccessivamente elevate.

Alcuni umani, ultimo caso una bionda, esagerano e dicono cose del tipo:

“Vedi? E’ molto sensibile, Ha appena mosso il quarto baffo della seconda fila in senso antiorario, significa che è stressato! Diamogli più spazio!”

Esagerazioni a parte, la maggior parte degli umani ha bisogno di occhiali molto spessi che li aiutino a leggere i cani. Come detto all’inizio, questa settimana ho preso un po’ di treni. Prendere il treno implicare l’andare in stazione ad aspettarli e interfacciarsi con altra gente. In queste circostanze, la mia socievolezza è pari a quella di Mercoledì Addams la mattina di Natale: vado in un punto deserto del binario e mi nascondo dietro ad un libro.  Il tutto funziona fino a che non vedo un cane, in quel caso il cane batte il libro. Così ora vi racconto cosa è successo e cosa mi ha spinto a scrivere questo articolo. Una donna con un meticcio tipo pastore al guinzaglio si è posizionata accanto a me sulla banchina. Il cane sembrava uno di quei semi randagi biondicci e pastorosi che vengono “salvati” dal sud Italia e dalla Spagna. Forse non era un rescue ma ne aveva tutta l’aria, era piuttosto giovane. Sembrava un po’ timoroso, ma non troppo: i treni fanno molto rumore e le stazioni ferroviarie possono spaventare un cane. Mentre si districava tra le sue perplessità, è arrivato un treno rumoroso, lui si è irrigidito e a messo la coda tra le gambe quando all’improvviso, la proprietaria travestitasi da supereroe ha pensato di  salvarlo sollevandolo (sarà stato circa 20 kg) da terra. Come reagito? Si è fatto ancora più rigido, la coda ha raggiunto l’ombelico e gli occhi hanno lanciato al mondo uno sguardo di terrore. Il tutto è durato fino a che non l’ha posato a terra. I cani non hanno le ali, non sono stati creati per essere sollevati a mezz’aria: sono mammiferi terrestri che vogliono stare sulla terra e sentirsi radicati, specialmente in situazioni di pericolo! Non ci voleva un genio per capire che stava solo peggiorando le cose, eppure non si è accorta di nulla.

Una volta atterrato, il cane si è avvicinato a me e, sì sebbene sia la norma che io attiri psycho-cani, in questo caso non potevo proprio biasimarlo. Mi sono inginocchiata e l’ho grattato sotto il meno. Era felice e non si è accorto di un paio di treni che sono passati sui binari vicini. Era piuttosto rilassato e la proprietaria si è dimenticata di lui fino a quando… non è arrivato il nostro treno. A quel punto, senza tante cerimonie l’ha agguantato e l’ha sollevato come se fosse un borsone: il povero cane ha espresso gli stessi segnali corporei di prima e l’attacco di panico era anche più grave. Non se ne è proprio accorta. Una parte di me, quella selvatica, voleva urlarle “Rimetti a terra quel caspita di cane!”, ma la parte domestica ha prevalso e mi sono limitata a dirigermi verso un’altra carrozza, per non vedere altro. Tanto di sicuro non mi ha letto nel pensiero, se ne fosse stata capace avrebbe capito il suo cane!

Dogs never cease to amaze me, humans never cease to suprise me!

This week, I had my fair share of travelling on trains. After weeks  of seclusion spent on books, I was suddenly sent back to the real world, a world full of people. When I think about dogs living in a world of humans -made FOR humans – my mind goes back to Gulliver’s Travels. In Lilliput he feels out of place, the same happens in Brobdingnag (the land of giants): these worlds are not suitable to people of his size. Things are almost identical in the land of the Houyhnhnms, a  place dominated by horses who rule on humans. Here however, Gulliver  tries to adapt and embraces the Houyhnhnms lifestyle.  The story does not end well, but these adventures make me think about how dogs perceive the “human” world they are forced to live in. Not to be partial to dogs but… these critters are amazing: they are generally smaller than us (so everything looks bigger to them!); they cannot speak;  they cannot read; they  only partially understand human language; they are often ALONE with humans and… despite all this… they do extremely well!

Yesterday I was closing an article on dog cognition and it came out that dogs are exceptionally capable of understanding human social cues. No other species, but for humans reading other humans, does that well, not even apes, our closest relatives.  And, no, this is not a rambling speech, if you are skeptical, I can assure that what I just wrote was confirmed by science, you can read more in The Genius of Dogs: How Dogs Are Smarter Than You Think. The scientifically proven ability to understand social cues, together with the capability to read people and their emotions – which cannot be denied – sets dogs apart and makes them our best friends.

Would we perform that well, and be equally happy, in a world dominated by dogs and tailored on their needs? I do not think so, and not  strictly because we will be forced to eat dogs’ leftover and sleep on the ground.  Most of us humans won’t do well because we can’t read dogs!  This might not be true for the people who are reading this article, but I can assure you that the average human being has not clue about how to correctly interpret a dog.  And to do so a person does not need to be a behaviourist nor a pro handler, anyone owning a dog should know how to read at least HIS dog, at least the basics. Day after day, I realize this is not the case and yes, given the fact that people misinterpret  (and consequently mistreat), their own children, who belong to the same species, my expectations might be too high.

A few human beings, the last case report involves a blonde female, go overboard and say things like:

“You see? He is very sensitive. He just moved his 4^th left whisker in the second row counterclockwise, this means he is stressed! Let’s give him more space!”

Exaggerations aside, the waste majority of humans needs a heavy pair of glasses when it comes to reading dogs. This week, as said in the beginning, I travelled on many trains and travelling by train involves waiting for them at station and meeting other people. In these circumstances, my sociability equals the one of Wednesday Addams on Christmas morning: I pick a barren spot on the platform and hide myself behind a book.  This usually works well, unless I spot a dog who, obviously defeats the book. So let me tell you what happened, and what triggered this article. A woman with a shepherd mix on lead stopped by me on the platform. The dog looked like one of those semi-stray blondish shepherdish dogs often rescued from southern Italy, or Spain. Maybe he was not a rescue, but he looked like one, he was quite young. He also looked a bit fearful but not too much: trains are noisy and train stations can surely be intimidating to a dog. He was questioning his doubts until a loud train came, he got stiff and tucked his tail between his legs and then, his super owner came to rescue him by… lifting him (a 20 kgs dog) from the ground. Dog reaction? More stiffness, a super tucked tail and a horrified stare which lasted until she put the dog back on the ground.  Dogs do not have wings, they are not meant to be lifted in mid air: these are terrestrial mammals and want to be, and feel grounded, especially when facing a danger! She did not have to be a genius to understand she was only making things worse, yet she did not notice anything.

After landing, the dog got closer to me and well, whereas  it is true that I am a magnet for psycho-dogs, I could not really blame him. I kneeled down and rubbed his chin. He was happy and he did not mind a couple of trains arriving on the nearby tracks.  He was fairly relaxed and the owner had forgotten about him until… our train arrived.  Without even looking at the dog, the owner grabbed him again and picked him up, treating him like a piece of baggage: the poor dog emitted the same body signals and his panic attack was even more severe. She simply did not notice. Part of me, the wild side, wanted to scream “Put that damn dog back on the ground!”, but the tame side prevailed and I said nothing, just walked towards another carriage to avoid seeing more. I am sure she did not read my mind, otherwise she would have read her dog!

I am busy packing for a long holiday, Louise, my companion, says she is actually taking me away so that Flake can get some rest. There is truth in that, sometimes we get caught up in pushing so hard and trying to get to the next level with our gundogs that we forget to have fun, so should your dog. What few of us realize is that the “next level” holds more problems, more challenging training situations and that often we made a mistake in our initial training and that we now have to go back and fix that before we can move on.

If you are serious about your hunting or trial dog, you will always strive for perfection, but you will also know that perfection has many faces. What may be perfect for you, may not be perfect for a judge or for other handlers. True perfection does not exist, it is only the strive for perfection that is true. Flake is lying in front of the fire right now, oblivious to what I may think, write or feel, content in just letting go of the days training. I guess I should learn from her and do the same, I wish I could. As the glow of the fireplace dances over her speckled body, so the season dances through my mind.

1. She has developed incredibly over the last 6 months when it comes to fieldwork.
   2. She has not had a break in 16 months, maybe one or two days certain weeks, sometimes only a day a month.
   3. If I don’t do my part she will never get further, just like those flames of the fireplace dwindle down and die if I don’t keep adding wood.
   4. Her hunting season is over, it may have not been perfect, but she has made me proud.
   5. She is not better than other dogs, she has just had better opportunities and I need to keep giving her those.
   6. I need to pay attention to the early signals of a problem developing, it is easier to prevent a problem from becoming a habit, than it is to break a habit.
   7. Going back to basics often builds a better dog.
   8. You have to hit the dogs “reset” button at some stage, take a break leave all training and let the dog be a dog.

As I said above, our season is over until I get back from Africa, she is getting a break and some time to “reset”. I get time to ponder our season and to break down everything I see as a potential problem or a real problem I picked up during our season together. Some are very small, some are very big, but they all get the same amount of attention and focus.

Some may be happy with a HPR dog that picks up ducks all over the place, I want a dog that picks up a specific duck among the many on the ground, especially the winged ones I select even if there are several. I want a HPR dog that can keep it cool under the guns no matter how many shots go off and how many birds are dropping around her.
I want a dog that takes a straight line into the water on a blind retrieve, in virgin water I want the dog to do this carefully, but straight without hesitation.
I want a dog that follows commands on a blind retrieve, but that can work the thick stuff by himself when I can’t help anymore.
I want a dog that does not only focus on the flock of birds he just flushed on command, but also understands to look for the bird that I am shooting at, to make the retrieve easier for him.
I want a dog that can work late season birds and pin them so hard that they don’t breath.

Will I get all of this done? Maybe not but it does not stop me from trying or training. It may take longer, It may take new training methods, I can’t say for sure. What I can say is that I will be breaking it all down in my head long before I start training and as always, I will start with the basics all over again.

Next article here.

Tok Mostert, a Professional Hunter from South Africa, now living in Sweden,  is sharing his writings on dog training with us. You can start reading them from Part 1 here.

Per chi non ha letto il libro di Sophie Kinsella La regina della casa , la storia racconda di Samantha, un avvocato di successo che, obbligata ad un repentino cambio di carriera, si spaccia per domestica perfetta quando nulla potrebbe essere più lontano dal vero. Samantha non sa cucinare, non sa stirare e nemmeno sa pulire ma è sveglia e trova sempre il modo di risolvere i problemi domestici in maniera creativa. Più o meno quello che capita qui, sono pertanto felicissima di condividere le mie ultime scoperte, provatele!

• Soffiatori per cani. Questi affari sono polivalenti, come i drahthaar. Se non riuscite mai a pulire come si deve la tastiera del PV, ho la soluzione per voi. Soffiatela da cima a fondo con il soffiatore,  i risultati vi stupiranno. Utilizzo numero due, usate il soffiatore per sciogliere trigger points e contratture muscolari, vi sentirete meglio (credete al veterinario!).
• Saponi trendy ed ecobio (sapone liquido Dr. Bronner Pure Castile). Me ne ha regalati alcuni per Natale la mia amica hippie, a tutti serve almeno un0’amica hippie. Non avevo mai sentito parlare di questa marca ma l’INCI (composizione, ovviamente leggo anche le etichette dei saponi) era buono e c’era anche un volantino che spiegava i mille usi di questi saponi. C’era scritto che si potevano usare anche sugli animali ma ero un po’ scettica. Questa mattina però, mentre stavo sciacquando via il fango da Briony, mi sono resa conto che era talmente infangata che uno shampo avrebbe aiutato. Così, ho preso una di queste bottigliette che se ne stava in bagno aspettando di essere usata e ne ho messo solo poche gocce sulle frange. Ottimo risultato, sono uscite più setose che con il solito shampo professionale e il cane era contento per l’assenza di profumo. Servono ulteriori ricerche!

For those who have not read Sophie Kinsella’s book The Undomestic Goddess
the story revolves around Samantha, a successful attorney who suddenly gives up her job and pretends to be a proficient housekeeper. Nothing can be further from the truth: Samantha can’t cook, can’t iron nor can clean, but she is smart enough to find “creative” solutions to solve domestic problems. Same happens here and I am proud to share my most recent discoveries encouraging you to try them at home!

• Pet dryers. These things are multitasking, like drahthaars (GWPs). If you never manage to de-dust your laptop keyboard properly, just blow it with a pet dryer, you will be amazed by the results. These things can also be used on sore muscles and trigger points. They warm up the muscle quickly and you’d feel better (trust the vet!).
• Fancy Organic Soaps (Dr. Bronner Pure Castile Liquid Soap). I was given a collection of these as a Christmas gift by a hippie friend, everybody needs a hippie friend by the way. Never heard of this brand before, but they had a good INCI (composition – yes, I do read soap labels) and came with a presentation leaflet listing all the things you could use them for.  Washing dogs was one of the listed things but I did not trust the leaflet. This morning while I was washing mud away from Briony, I realized she was very muddy and that some shampoo could have helped. I had one of these bottles at hand and just used a few drops on her legs’ feathers. Well, they came out silkier than with our “professional” dog shampoo, plus she was grateful I used the unscented variety. Further research is needed.