I have nearly taught my dog Frankie the command "Relax." It goes Sit, Down, Relax (roll over on back).
Awesome! Then you can work on "Don't do it." (When you want to go to it.)
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I have nearly taught my dog Frankie the command "Relax." It goes Sit, Down, Relax (roll over on back).
Awesome! Then you can work on "Don't do it." (When you want to go to it.)
How do you teach a dog to roll over? Do you physically roll him over the first few times?
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ION, I am such a dork. I have nearly taught my dog Frankie the command "Relax." It goes Sit, Down, Relax (roll over on back).
That is so awesome, smonster!! Sorry I haven't called you back, btw. I walked five miles on Saturday in the heat of the day (to get a library book, WTF), and then fell into a coma. Yesterday, I was with The Toddler (there can only be one), and then I tried to be productive.
I have done All The Laundry. Every single stitch of clothing I own, the sheets and towels, the mattress pad, the works, and did the dishes. Now I have to put it all awaaaay, scrub the floors, vacuum, dust, etc. We'll see. I'm procrastinating by doing frivolous online shopping. I need to be stopped. I don't need any of this stuff. Luckily, I'm just putting stuff into carts and not buying it. So far.
Well, with the Biscuit, we put him in lie down, and then we take a treat in front of his nose and move it in the rolling direction. He knows at this point what we want him to do, but he doesn't like to roll all the way over. And he only wants to do it in one direction.
Put down your cursor, amyth! You don't need the stuff! Then you'll just have more stuff you'll need to scrub vacuum and dust around!
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Oh yeah, would any Buffistas be willing to help me with my resume? I've found three jobs that I'd like to apply for, but I've been in the same job for twelve years, and Haven't looked in my resume in essentially that long, so it's almost like starting from scratch. I haven't had very many jobs! I'm not sure what to put on it.
Liese, you are SO RIGHT. Thank you.
How do you teach a dog to roll over? Do you physically roll him over the first few times?
Connie, that's what I did. Got him to lie down on his stomach, then said "Relax" and gently pushed him over. I've been working on it sporadically for a while, and today for the first time he rolled over at the command without me pushing him.
Good lord, amyth. Did you at least take the greenway? Also, I miss The Toddler. And her parents, too, of course. And no worries, just thought I'd say hi.
OK, I am going to jump on Zen and Leise's train of organization and flaming angel fonts. I am giving myslef an hour and a half to run some errands (largely so I can charge my phone, which I need to make calls on later), and then I start mercilessly purging and then organizing my office.
amyth, Erin did a bang up job on my resume and really helped me stay motivated, if you're looking to hire someone. If you just want a first look, I'm happy to check it out. Plus, yanno, I know what you've been doing for the last decade.
I've been working on it sporadically for a while, and today for the first time he rolled over at the command without me pushing him.
I've been working on getting Cortez to recognize the word "treat," and I think he's almost got it. I said yesterday, and he followed me into the kitchen and sat beneath the cabinet where I keep them! I was impressed.
Yesterday I was saying "cranky, cranky!" out loud to myself, and the dog came running. Heh.
Okay, I have done more dishes (I can almost see the counter in front of the toaster, which is Dirty Dish City!) and now I have GOT to go Wash All The Clothes (And Sheets). My roommate just left for the laundromat, actually. So I am going to take my coffee to the porch, smoke a cigarette (yes, I fell off the wagon), braindump stuff to do and things for my wishlist, and then go to the mother effing laundromat.