He loves training, and I think (hope?) that having a "job" to do will help him to feel less anxious. In other words, we're trying to move from "What am I supposed to do in this horribly worrying situation involving a beeping microwave? Perhaps I should bark and throw myself between it and my mom!" towards "I have an extremely important job to do; if I sit and stay the microwave will stop beeping. Plus I'll get paid with meatloaf".
How do I know that he loves training? Well, we've been working a lot this week on Go to Mat. Here's our training setup for the early steps: I sat comfortably in the armchair, while Duncan happily bellyflopped onto his "mat", getting a click to mark the correct response and a treat to reward it.
Notice the important items on the table here: one bright purple and green clicker, one plate of kangaroo meatloaf, and one cup of coffee (for me. Why should he get all the treats?)
So we spent a while the other morning working on Go to Mat. After we finished, I went to work and Duncan had a nap in his crate. But when I got home, he seemed restless. He paced and fussed and squeaked at me, and I couldn't figure out what he wanted. He led me into the hall, near the living room door. Did he want out? I went downstairs. He didn't. Was he hungry? I went into the kitchen. He didn't. Finally, he got exasperated with this not-too-bright human, marched up to the little table, and stared at the clicker. Pointedly. Very pointedly indeed.
The message was clear, even to a slightly dense human: Duncan was ready to get back to his training now. Would I kindly get the treats, and start clicking? ASAP!
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