Pyrrha’s new dominion: First report from the new house

Everything has been so crazed/chaotic since the move, as is always the case with moving, but I wanted to pop in to say that things are going well and that Pyrrha seems to be settling in!

First, she LOVES her giant new yard. Here she is, checking it out for the first time with Guion:

Pyrrha checks out her new dominion. #movingday

She begs me to go outside all day long, even if she’s just been out. But I’ve been a little loath to indulge her, as the weather here has been filthy (ice, sleet, snow, and rain for the past three days), and our yard is just a swamp of water and that Virginia red clay.

I was TICKED at her this morning: Circa 6:30 am, I let her out and she spots a squirrel in the middle of the yard. She sprints with all of her might and almost catches it, but it hops the fence and into the neighbor’s dogwood tree just in time. What does she do? Start barking loudly, of course, andĀ trying to hop the fence to get it. (Meanwhile: It’s sleeting. And there are pools of muddy, icy water all over the yard. And it’s 29 degrees F. And I’m wearing my new boots. Of course.)

I am yelling at her like a crazy person to zero effect (naturally). She barely even glances me while she tries to vault herself over the fence. (Thankfully, I don’t think she can actually do it; she’s not that athletic. But we’ll keep an eye on it.) So, I — fuming — stomp all the way across the yard/marsh, grab her by the collar, and have to DRAG her away from this squirrel. So not my favorite way to start the day. She was still very cheery about the whole ordeal too. As soon as I dried her off (she looked like she’d had a mud bath), she asked to go outside again. Gotta be kidding me, dog.

Faithfully resuming her begging routine in the new kitchen.
Faithfully resuming her begging routine in the new kitchen.

Mud fiascos aside, we’re so happy here, and I’ll be sharing more from the house soon, I’m sure!

Guess who's slowly adapting to the new house? #pyrrhagram
Basking by our first fire in the new fireplace.

The interesting thing about being in a multi-level home with Pyrrha is that I’ve seen her shepherd-y tendencies amped up. Our previous house was a one-level 800-sq-foot shoebox, so she could patrol the whole place in a single lap. Here, however, she’s become much more vigilant. She is constantly traveling around the house, checking windows and doors for any signs of intruders. It’s kind of cute. But I hope she is able to settle in and relax soon.

Thanks for your well wishes, and more to come!


Highs and lows: Stories from our morning

Deep in clover
Deep in clover, deep in thought.

A few highs and lows from my morning with Pyrrha.

HIGH: Squirrels, the most delightful of temptations

So, we’ve discovered the one thing that gets Pyrrha really, really excited: SQUIRRELS. Birds are mildly exciting, cats are very interesting, but SQUIRRELS, OMG, SQUIRRELS. She just loses her mind for them. I love it, of course, because it’s an opportunity to get to see her act like a normal dog. If she spots a squirrel, our gentle, slow walker TAKES OFF like a rocket (and nearly dislocates my shoulder). She jumps in the air, she lets out these adorable, frustrated barks. I’ve even seen her try and climb a grove of trees to try to get to a squirrel. Of course, she’s never even come close to one, but it is perfectly endearing to watch her try.

HIGH: A fondness for beagle-shaped dogs

This morning on our walk, for the first time, Pyrrha expressed a desire to actually run up and meet a dog on leash! A man was walking his beagle mix past us, and I drew Pyrrha off to the side of the walk to let them pass. Instead of her normal tail-tucking, hackles-raising display, she rushed forward to greet the dog and gave a play bow. No snarling at all! The dogs sniffed and Pyrrha was all happy wags (not slow, threatened wags). As the beagle mix and his human walked off, Pyrrha let out an excited, playful bark, with her tail wagging vigorously, as if to say, “Where are you going? Come back and play with me! I’m not even scared of you!” So, that was encouraging.

I say that she likes “beagle-shaped dogs,” because the few dogs that she hasn’t shown any fear of have been beagles or small hound mixes. (Lucy, the dog she met off leash, was a small hound mix.) Not sure why this is, but it’s a good trend to recognize.

LOW: Training mistakes

I just got my copies of Control Unleashed, by Leslie McDevitt, and On Talking Terms with Dogs: Calming Signals, by Turid Rugaas. These are two books that I’ve been waiting to read for a long time now and both have been repeatedly recommended to me, as the new guardian of a shy dog. I’ve only read a handful of pages in each, but so far, they’re both great.

After reading the first 20 pages of Control Unleashed last night, I decided it may be good for Pyrrha to learn how to target. Pat Miller recommends teaching them to just touch an open and extended palm with their noses as a first step.

This morning, I pick up the clicker from Pyrrha’s basket and then go cut up a treat into many small pieces. I put the clicker and treats in one hand and call Pyrrha. Big mistake. Why, you ask? Because as soon as she spots the clicker–this strange object–she bolts. Pyrrha is now very susceptible to bribery, probably because of my errors. I tried to pair delicious things with scary events (such as grooming, ear cleaning), like all the books told me to, but Pyrrha gets herself into such a state that she will refuse treats in the moment and try to get away. Now, if I ever approach her with a treat or an object that’s unfamiliar, she immediately assumes I’m trying to bribe her into doing something scary and terrible and runs away. So, that’s problem #1.

Problem #2 is that I still tried to teach her “touch” after she ran away. Clearly, I should have stopped and tried again later. But I was frustrated. And that was problem #3. It was such a simple, non-threatening request! At least it was in my mind. To Pyrrha, the extended palm in her face, even when there were treats nearby, was alarming and too much for her to handle. I should have stopped and walked away. Instead, I tried a few more times, and then finally accepted that she wasn’t going to get it and so I put the treats down and left the room.

I left the house very disheartened this morning, but it was a good reminder that I really have to start at ground zero with this dog. She is not going to learn like a “normal” dog is going to learn and seemingly non-scary things–like extended palms or concealed little plastic objects–will frighten her. I mentioned this to my boss, a fellow crazy dog lady, and she recommended that I maybe try to teach Pyrrha to “look at me” first, instead of targeting a palm; this could be less intimidating to teach.

Anyway. I’m trying not to feel too dejected. She’s harder to train that I expected, and Pat Miller makes it sound so easy in her book! But Pyrrha is not an easy dog. This is the one thing I know.

And so we move back to square one.