Right now, Lyra has about one great session for every three mediocre ones. There seem to be several things going on.
For starters, she’s teething. I think that makes her feel a little off.
She is also in something of a fear period. I can’t work her in the dark because she thinks the boogey men come out after dark. I have tried working her through that, but recently I realized that she needs to sit and stare into the dark while I give her the occasional cookie.
Dogs barking in the distance upset her and critters rattling in the bushes are to be watched carefully.
Smells are…fascinating. It feel like she’s just disovered how fabulous her nose really is, and she can’t get it off the ground.
Until yesterday, I was trying to work “over” these things. That means trying to be more exciting than what is out there. But then I realized that I was working too hard….it’s not my job to get more and more interesting when she’s distracted. My job is to be interesting when she shows the interest and ability to work. If I start begging, pleading or demanding, I’ve reversed our roles and I’ll be begging or demanding for life, so last night I vowed to relax and let her work through it herself.
What a difference! After ten minutes of Lyra sniffing, worrying and visiting, I started to see glimmers of my old puppy. We spent about 25 minutes together, which was just enough to remind me of what I tell other people all of the time; “Patience, grasshopper.”
Today we had a really really great training session. Where’s the video camera when you need it?
No way to know what the next session might look like, and in my head I know it doesn’t matter. I just needed my head to remind my heart.