Tonight at the obedience club, I swore I heard voices coming from the back room. About a half-hour later, Aryn heard voices too. But there was no one in the building besides us. I think the Des Moines Obedience Training Club is haunted. Most likely it's a long-dead member, who had been working on an OTCH but never succeeded. That's their unfinished business... cue the creepy music!
I can't believe it, but I'm actually going to have to pull a 36" crate out of storage for Talla. She has nearly outgrown the airline crate she brought with her from Mexico.
The mark of a good trainer, in my opinion, is the ability to admit there are things you need to work on - and never overselling your dog's abilities. The same goes for conformation - only the naive think their dogs are perfect. I'm sure I've probably oversold my dogs in times past. However, as I've matured and gained more real-world dog experience, I've become more modest about their abilities... and mine. Long story short... be honest about your dogs. Be honest about yourself. If your dog isn't titled, don't tell people otherwise. If you don't have experience in a particular discipline, don't tell people you're an expert in it. Exaggerations and big-fish stories only make you look like a fool.
I need to stop pushing my dogs. Starting today, I'm going back to basics... we're not going to run before we can walk, or walk before we can crawl. I can't tell you how many dogs I've ruined because I pushed them too far, too fast... and it was always because I saw other people (with experienced dogs) at the level where I wanted to be with my novice dog. Enough of that crap, Leah. Back to basics.
I spent 10 minutes making Captain Vague. With a cape. Hee!