Laurie Lo
Confessions of an Obedience Junkie


Winfield, MO 


 

I am a relative newcomer to Competition Obedience.  I have always been intrigued with the sport but didn’t own a breed that did well in the sport (I had bull terriers).

Twelve years ago, I bought my first Bearded Collie Spunk.  While my sons were still in school, I did competition agility with Spunk.  He was pretty good, but rather hard to handle.  I needed another Beardie to make my life more interesting.  So, I bought Zeal (Spunk’s nephew). 

Zeal ended up being a bigger challenge than Spunk because he was incredibly shy and a huge worrier.  He was such a “wreck” most of the time that I needed to help him become a more confident dog.  I needed to TRAIN him in obedience basics.   It is because of Zeal that I ended up becoming an Obedience Junkie.

When my sons graduated from high school, my husband and I moved to the country.  We started up a sheep farm despite the fact that we knew NOTHING about sheep.  I learned a little bit about herding and a whole lot about animal husbandry.  All the while I kept training Zeal.  He earned his UD in 2013 after 17 painful ring experiences.

In June 2015, Zeal was diagnosed with Fibrosarcoma.  This was just after he competed at the NOI.  I was devastated but decided to have Zeal’s cancer treated aggressively.   Zeal had a rostral maxillectomy followed by 18 days of radiation therapy.  As of this writing (March 2016), Zeal is alive and well.  But I have retired him from competition obedience.  We tried rally, but Zeal didn’t enjoy it.  Now we are learning about tracking and brushing up on our competition duck herding skills.

I truly love the Competition Obedience world and my journeys with Zeal, and now Smokes and Vim (all Bearded Collies).   Zeal’s brush with cancer has altered my perspective on the sport.  I do it because it is fun, because it is a challenge and because it brings me intellectually and emotionally closer to my dogs.  Go figure.

  • Wednesday, March 01, 2017 12:30 AM | Front & Finish (Administrator)

    Post-2016 presidential election doldrums set in on Buckeye’s Valley Farm in December.  The weather turned miserable (freezing rain, ice and bone chilling cold).  My foundation St. Croix ram, Mr. Buckeye, came down with pneumonia.  Despite my round-the-clock efforts, Mr. Buckeye couldn’t recover from his pneumonia induced lung damage.  I called in the farm vet and had him euthanized.   I missed three obedience trials because I couldn’t get off the farm.   Nevertheless, I continued to train Beardies Smokes (UDX work) and Vim (for her CD).  I also continued to ruminate over my objectives for their training.

    As a Koehler trainer, my focus on dog training has been to develop an obedient dog, not a dog that earns 200’s in the competition obedience ring.  But as a nascent obedience junkie, I have been reading and listening to those-who-know about what it takes to get a 200 score:  Style Points.

    What are Style Points?  I am not sure, but I know that I have been told repeatedly that Smokes, Mr. Mellow, does not have “style.” And “style,” from what I understand, means doing each exercise appropriately and with panache.  If your dog can do that, he will accumulate the Style Points necessary for a really high score.

    In my quest to turn Mr. Mellow in to Mr. Panache, I sought guidance from those-who-know.  One in-the- know told me that I am to be the “most important thing” to my dog when we enter the ring.  So I taught my dog to play tug with a toy.  I used the toy to amp Smokes up for training.  I used the toy to amp Smokes up for his competition performances.   I worked on details in a consistent and evolutionary manner (straight sits, straight fronts, quicker responses to commands).  I raised the bar on performance one step per item, often several items at a time.  Unfortunately, while being trained for Style Points, Smokes experienced collateral damage.  He lost his “go outs.” 

    I had taught the “go out” as a blind retrieve (by hiding a small towel roll at the end of the “line”).  Smokes could not go out straight.  He always arched clockwise (except for very short go outs).  Sometimes he arched so much that he ended up in the glove #1 corner.  To get him to go straight, I sent Smokes on 70 foot blind retrieves along a fence line, strategically placing his left side next to the fence.  I then put an elevated 70 foot line (rope) at a 12 degree angle from the fence and sent him on blind retrieves along the 12 degree line  I moved this line out radially at 12 degree increments.  (We have yet to make it to 90 degrees.)  

    For more “go out” practice, I set up two partial rings; one a standard size, the other 60 feet long with extra distance past the jumps.  Smokes and I worked “go outs” as a blind retrieve ad nauseum.  He looked pretty good at the farm.  When the weather and sheep situation cleared, we finally went to dog school to proof our new and improved “go outs.”  Smokes bombed.  He pulled an el foldo about 10 feet away from me, dropping like a rock.   I ear pinched him to the towel roll near the center stanchion and praised him immediately for picking it up.

    Continually proofing and training, bi-weekly I took Smokes to WOOF, a training facility about 45 minutes from home.  At the facility, Smokes would do an el foldo on his first “go out“  and then successfully perform the rest of his “go outs” after the first correction.  In a few weeks, Smokes began to do the first “go out” on his own.  Then the “unthinkable” happened.  I sent Smokes on his first “go out.”  One of the dogs crated near the center stanchion snarled and barked as Smokes approached the ring gating.  That was it!  Smokes’ “go out” rehabbing returned to ground zero. This occurred five days before our first trial of the year.  Team Smokes soldiered on.

    "Worried Smokes"

    Our first trial weekend was in a horse barn.  The atmosphere was laid back and comfortable.  During his “go outs,” Smokes got about halfway to the ring gates before he either got lost or laid down.  But on one “go out,” he made it almost all the way to the gates.  We trained for two more weeks.  Then we went to a very “busy” show at WOOF:  a Collie specialty with conformation, obedience and rally. 

    On Saturday, Smokes did well in Open.  We were ready for Utility…and then I saw the exercise order.  Directed jumping was the first exercise.  Ugh!  I sent Smokes on his “go out” and he dropped at my feet as if I had shot him:  BANG!  He wouldn’t get up.  He wouldn’t come when called.  I asked the judge if we could be excused.  I got my leash and fastened it to Smokes collar.  Smokes summoned enough courage to get on his feet and follow me out of the ring.

    I drove home, drank a Modelo Negro (which will probably double in price after the tariffs) and went to bed.  After an hour’s sleep, Smokes and I did some flyball style “go out” drills (with towel rolls near the center stanchion) and then called it quits.

    On Sunday, Smokes and I went back to the trial.  As I was walking through the crowd, a fellow competitor asked me if I had “fixed” Smokes’ “go outs.”  I looked at her and remarked “You know that I don’t train that way.  I don’t ‘fix’ things overnight.” And then a few mean thoughts bubbled up from the recesses of my mind.  Smokes and I went outside and did a few blind retrieves with his towel roll partially hidden in the grass.

    Team Smokes’ first class was Open.  The judge asked me if my dog was feeling any better (she had been the Utility judge the day before).   I told her that he was feeling much better.  And he was!  Smokes sailed through Open with a very nice mid-190’s score.  We went onto Utility.

    Being an obsessive compulsive person, I had been dissecting our previous Utility performances, trying to figure out what was going wrong with the “go outs.”  Although I hadn’t arrived at any conclusions, I decided that I would go into the Utility ring without any expectations.   Forget about Style Points.  Forget about the judge.  Forget about the spectators.  Just get the job done.

    The pattern of the day was Utility I.  I felt hopeful.  At least we’d be able warm up for the “go outs.”  Team Smokes walked into the Utility ring.  Immediately I felt my blood pressure rise.  Smokes must have sensed it, because after we completed the signal exercise, he collapsed to the floor.  I calmly and quietly told Smokes “we can do this.”  He got up and we went to the articles workstation.   Smokes did a yeoman’s job with scent discrimination.  Then he started to lose his nerve on the directed retrieve.  He under rotated (to hide behind me) and took glove #1 instead of glove #2.  I didn’t care.  On command, he had left my side and retrieved a glove.

    We finally got to the last exercise:  directed jumping.  I calmly set Smokes up.  I calmly sent him out….and he did it!  He did his first “go out!”   Then he did the second “go out!”   The judge looked at me, shook her head and said “I’m sorry” (since we had failed the directed retrieve).

    “Oh, no!  Don’t be sorry!” I responded.  He did his  ”go outs.”  He conquered his demons.”

    Smokes and I walked out of the ring transformed.  I hugged Smokes and lifted him off the ground.  My local trainer and several friends came over to congratulate us and give Smokes many well-deserved pats.  Smokes soaked up the attention before we left the building on our usual post-performance walk. 

    Basking in the warm winter sun as we walked down the road, I realized that I had been putting too much pressure on Smokes.  The pressure had worried him so much that he suffered a complete meltdown on his most problematic portion of the directed jumping exercise:  the “go out.”    Then it hit me:  Leave the Style Points alone!  They might be good for some competition dogs, but they are not good for Smokes.  I cannot make him into something that he is not.  Mr. Mellow is never going to be Mr. Panache.

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  • Sunday, January 01, 2017 12:30 AM | Front & Finish (Administrator)

    Waiting for the first notes to be struck at the St. Louis Symphony’s (2016 season’s inaugural) concert, my friend Sally turned around and said to me “You know, the best thing about [competition] obedience is that you can make out of it what you want.”  I nodded my head and then sat back to enjoy an evening of interesting and provocative music.

    Sally’s comment returned to me time and time again as I trained and competed with beardie Smokes through November.  I thought about all the folks that I have met along the obedience way:  high powered competitors to complete novices.  I thought about the pervasive angst at trials about the demise of the sport.  I thought about those folks who had gone out of their way to make me feel incompetent.  I also thought about my own embarrassingly snarky remarks about some competitors. Eek!

    A new year is on the horizon and I can do better.  I am going to embrace good sportsmanship.  If and when my “team” does well in a particular class, I am NOT going to tell folks that we “hardly trained.”  When other teams do well, I will congratulate them.  When someone feels like throwing in the towel because she had a bad day, I will do what I can to point out that she really had a pretty good day (most people don’t even have the courage to enter their dogs in an obedience trial).

    As Sally pointed out, folks have different goals when it comes to competition obedience.  Some want that all-elusive CD while others want that all-elusive 200.   And then there are the many goals in between (i.e.  the dog executing every automatic sit during the heeling exercise).  I remember being thrilled when my bull terrier earned her CD out of the Novice A class.  Our training for the title had been filled with many frustrations and setbacks.  That CD was a huge accomplishment appreciated by very few (my husband and myself).

    As I get older (now 63) I need to pursue my obedience junkie passion and help folks along the obedience junkie way.   Time is growing short.  My 2017 New Year’s Resolution is two-fold: 1) Promote the sport of competition obedience with good humor and good sportsmanship; and 2) Don’t let the obedience gremlins get me down.


    To an eventful and fruitful 2017!
    See you at the trials!

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  • Friday, April 01, 2016 12:30 AM | Front & Finish (Administrator)

    I have often heard naysayers remark that Competition Obedience is on its way out.  “Just look!” they exclaim.  “Look at all of the old people in the sport.  It’s only a matter of time before the sport takes its last breath.”

    Harumpf!    What’s wrong with old people?  More specifically, what’s wrong with old people having a good time?  Do the naysayers expect us to pack it up, purchase our walkers and move into a “home?”


    Zeal & Me

    Competition Obedience is a vibrant sport because it is dominated by geezers.  We know that the clock is ticking.  We need to get out and do everything with gusto.  Obedience training keeps us active, our minds alert and our problem solving abilities in tip top shape. 

    We bond with our dogs and we bond with each other.  We look forward to each trial.  I addition to competing and eating humble pie (not everyone can come in first), we socialize, share war stories, talk about the latest events, critique movies and recommend books.  I have many friends that I would have never met if it hadn’t been for the Competition Obedience world.

    When I hear someone rant about us oldsters in Obedience, I think ‘Your day is coming too, buddy.  It’s only a matter of time.  Soon you’ll throw away those pre and post agility trial painkillers along with your knee braces.  We will welcome you into the sport of Competition Obedience with open arms.  We will teach you how to live life to its fullest.’

    Obedience Geezers Rule!  

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