<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848</id><updated>2011-07-14T23:27:17.643-05:00</updated><category term='christmas'/><category term='border collie'/><title type='text'>The Training of Kasey Keller the Border Collie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-8294153248065048971</id><published>2011-07-14T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:27:17.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop detector</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were sitting and watching tv. Marissa was in her bouncy chair. All of sudden, she fills her diaper in that loud obnoxious way that only newborns can. Kasey jumped up. ran over to her and started sniffing her diaper. I forgot that he was such a dirty diaper detector. Everyone must have a job... and Kasey has a number of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-8294153248065048971?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/8294153248065048971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=8294153248065048971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8294153248065048971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8294153248065048971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2011/07/poop-detector.html' title='Poop detector'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-5862916150054273657</id><published>2010-07-17T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:44:39.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking: A dog' "Natural" sport</title><content type='html'>Today mom and I went to a tracking workshop. This really nice lady named Carla helped teach mom how to lay a track and then encourage me to use my nose. For so long I have been doing more eyeing on things that I would sometimes forget and look up. The track had food on it,... which was very cool. I actually liked the food better than anything else. I didn't even really want my ball or my Wubba. Can you believe it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super hot. In the 90's so after awhile I just wanted the shade. Check out the pictures of my friends and I at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks Holly might be better at this than me. We will have to see. Mom and Erin (nice lady with shelties that mom is friends with) are going to get together and practice. I hope I get to go too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-5862916150054273657?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/5862916150054273657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=5862916150054273657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5862916150054273657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5862916150054273657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/07/tracking-dog-natural-sport.html' title='Tracking: A dog&apos; &quot;Natural&quot; sport'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-8196440405087009077</id><published>2010-06-02T16:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:18:25.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms, storms, storms...</title><content type='html'>I am afraid of thunder storms. For years, I have been taking a floral essence mixture that my mom buys from &lt;a href="http://www.dancinghearts.org"&gt;Dancing Hearts&lt;/a&gt;. She feels it really has worked, and I have been getting better over the years. This year I have TOTALLY lost it, so Mom bought me this nifty coat called the &lt;a href="http://www.thundershirt.com/?gclid=CO_kxJepgqICFRAeDQod-iCUGA"&gt;Thundershirt&lt;/a&gt;. It does help, kind of, but I have to have it on BEFORE the storm comes. I then take two &lt;a href="http://www.animalworldnetwork.com/chbrtrmmu1lb.html"&gt;Mellow Mutt&lt;/a&gt; treats and 5 doses of my special thunder mixture, then I just sit quietly. Otherwise, I pant and pace the house. Kind of like I did last night. When I am up, everyone one is up... which actually is kind of cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-8196440405087009077?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/8196440405087009077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=8196440405087009077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8196440405087009077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8196440405087009077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/06/storms-storms-storms.html' title='Storms, storms, storms...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-1235267757502080763</id><published>2010-03-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:14:34.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing games</title><content type='html'>Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYkLwqkoHtk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYkLwqkoHtk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-1235267757502080763?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/1235267757502080763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=1235267757502080763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/1235267757502080763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/1235267757502080763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/03/playing-games.html' title='Playing games'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-6298733242716033765</id><published>2010-03-08T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:23:28.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Manners Minder</title><content type='html'>Mom bought the Manners Minder to work with me and my panic barking during class. We started using it Saturday at Narnia at Blu's adoption party. They put&amp;nbsp; me in a crate and this machine would make noise and then drop a treat. I am not sure how, but I am pretty sure that Mom still somehow controls the treats, so I would watch her walking around the room, when all of a sudden a treat would fall. Trini was there barking like crazy because she wanted a turn ... sigh... girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked with it again today for a little while. I get it. Lie down and treats fall. It seems pretty cool, but I wonder where we are going with this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-6298733242716033765?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/6298733242716033765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=6298733242716033765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/6298733242716033765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/6298733242716033765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/03/manners-minder.html' title='Manners Minder'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-1474637453370912261</id><published>2010-02-26T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:06:16.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes</title><content type='html'>Well, mom is starting to work with me on "fixing" my situation regarding the crate. Monday when I went to class, mom put me in the crate, completely covered, with a big meaty bone to chew. I was pretty happy because got... nothing, zilch, nada. Yup just me and my bone in privacy enjoying a nice relaxing chew. LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue had to work. ha,ha, ha,... after I was done with my bone, mom put me in the crate in the car until they were done. She is ordering a Manners Minder to take us "to the next step". Whatever that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-1474637453370912261?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/1474637453370912261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=1474637453370912261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/1474637453370912261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/1474637453370912261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And so it goes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-8318304436485231129</id><published>2010-02-15T07:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:02:41.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff night</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what happened. I went to work with mom on a Friday night, and while we don't normally work on Friday, it was much like any other night. Before class I was to play with this younger dog that needed some helps getting called back to his owner out of play. I must be honest, I didn't really enjoy playing with this dog. He was WAY too rough and in your face. I kept trying to let him know, but he would not listen. Mom said later that it was some of the hardest corrections I have ever given another dog... remember I am a lover not a fighter so this is not fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just tapped me out. I went to my crate for the first class, but in the second class there was a little Boston Terrier that I REALLY wanted to know. Mom would not let me because she said I was too wound up. I started barking and could not stop. Eventually she put me in the back in a crate, and I just barked myself silly. She tried to DAP me, but it was too late. I was toast.  Well over my threshold and emotionally spent, I guess. She felt sorry for me. I crashed once we got in the car and started home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry to have disrupted the class. I could not help myself. I am not a dog that demonstrates a lot of self control anyway. What fun it that? I am a live in the moment kind of kind dog; it is just mom usually does a better job of making those moments situations I can handle. This was not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-8318304436485231129?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/8318304436485231129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=8318304436485231129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8318304436485231129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/8318304436485231129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/02/ruff-night.html' title='Ruff night'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-225234229060226611</id><published>2010-01-13T16:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:43:52.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='border collie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009: Kasey Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9910933b4d193cb3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9910933b4d193cb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F41473E20FDA58929DFE37BF4C19B634B2038B1.195A31D332FD9516E404EA87FD7569F9F548F947%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9910933b4d193cb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3I3l1M8_40KQy1IhFQ3XcUiO6Qg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9910933b4d193cb3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328287%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F41473E20FDA58929DFE37BF4C19B634B2038B1.195A31D332FD9516E404EA87FD7569F9F548F947%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9910933b4d193cb3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3I3l1M8_40KQy1IhFQ3XcUiO6Qg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-225234229060226611?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/225234229060226611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=225234229060226611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/225234229060226611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/225234229060226611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-2009-kasey-style.html' title='Christmas 2009: Kasey Style'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-5555118298166183755</id><published>2010-01-12T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:28:50.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fridge is LOCKED!</title><content type='html'>Mom went to &lt;a href="http://www.buybuybaby.com/product.asp?order_num=-1&amp;amp;SKU=15037393&amp;amp;RN=7073&amp;amp;"&gt;Buy, Buy, Baby&lt;/a&gt; and purchased a lock for the fridge. Evidently, she did not appreciate that I can hook my paw through the fridge door handle and pull it open. Just trying to help...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-5555118298166183755?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/5555118298166183755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=5555118298166183755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5555118298166183755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5555118298166183755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2010/01/fridge-is-locked.html' title='The Fridge is LOCKED!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-3972542626153498905</id><published>2009-12-21T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:30:23.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I annoying or is it everyone else?</title><content type='html'>So I have been going to class with mom to help out with demonstrating tricks and helping other dogs relax. I use to just sit in my crate quietly, but I have to be honest... I get bored. I need to work and play, so I have started barking. Julie and mom come over when I am quiet and give treats, but I still like to bark. Mom says I am annoying, but I really don't see it. I am just trying to be helpful and let her know that I ready to work whenever she needs me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-3972542626153498905?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/3972542626153498905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=3972542626153498905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/3972542626153498905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/3972542626153498905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-i-annoying-or-is-it-everyone-else.html' title='Am I annoying or is it everyone else?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-5888239202104663376</id><published>2009-12-16T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:07:06.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Pet Tricks are my life.</title><content type='html'>Kasey here! So I am not longer herding sheep. Mom said until I can "Get serious" and "stop acting like it is one big party" out there, I can't go back. She said that I do not have seriousness that is need to work. I agree with that. Why be serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, my mom took me to a class at a place called &lt;a href="http://www.wiggles-n-wags.com/"&gt;Wags-n-Wiggles&lt;/a&gt; in Lombard, Illinois. The class is taught by Julie &lt;span class="ik"&gt;Oskerka. She teaching a class called &lt;a href="http://www.wiggles-n-wags.com/HTMLPages/classes.html#descriptions"&gt;Click Your Heels&lt;/a&gt;. It is for dogs that need focus around other dogs. Focus? Whatever! Anyway, I loved it because we did lots of free shaping. I am a shaping addict. I love it. It something in front of me and have a clicker in your hand, and I go to work. Mom thinks it has been really good for me because I am getting in touch with my working ability. I really don't think of it as work. We are now done with the class, and we help out with one of Julie's classes on Monday nights. Sometimes if there are friendly dogs in the class, I get to play afterward. Most of the time Mom brings Sue (ugh) and we play afterward. Most of the time during class I just sit in my crate and watch class, but after awhile, I gotta work so I just like to give a bark to let mom know that I am there. I have always enjoyed being helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="gD" style="color: rgb(0, 104, 28);"&gt;&lt;span email="allstardobes@att.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-5888239202104663376?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/5888239202104663376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=5888239202104663376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5888239202104663376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/5888239202104663376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2009/12/stupid-pet-tricks-are-my-life.html' title='Stupid Pet Tricks are my life.'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-3826129152752163940</id><published>2009-03-04T08:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:41:45.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party, Party, Party</title><content type='html'>Hye... Finally after all this time, I figured out how this computer works! :) Why let people write about me when I can write about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend. That little person I live with that drops the food all the time had a birthday party. It was a crazy good time. It was at the dog training place that my mom works at. It was the best. 40 different people to pet me and throw a ball for me. Neither of the girls came, so everyone paid attention to me. Sigh... life it good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-3826129152752163940?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/3826129152752163940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=3826129152752163940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/3826129152752163940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/3826129152752163940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2009/03/party-party-party.html' title='Party, Party, Party'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-6643635156266279970</id><published>2008-04-14T11:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:01:31.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Here we are a year later. Turning three was magical for Kasey. He is almost acting like a normal border collie. We are still herding sheep, and I am still not good at it. I get upset sometimes because people that have started after me are getting ready to trial, and we are no where near that. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-6643635156266279970?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/6643635156266279970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=6643635156266279970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/6643635156266279970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/6643635156266279970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-115802923620254727</id><published>2006-09-11T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:47:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/sheep10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/sheep10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Kasey is such a puller, his herding trainer suggested a balance leash/ wrap. I wrap the leash around the front of his chest. It works wonders with the pulling and I can easily drop into a regular leash. We are still herding on the rope, but he is working toward getting off it. We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-115802923620254727?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/115802923620254727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=115802923620254727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/115802923620254727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/115802923620254727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114999402452830248</id><published>2006-06-10T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:47:04.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bo Beep</title><content type='html'>Okay. It is not in blood to herd sheep. Honestly, I really am not good at it. Everyone I tell this to responds with "Oh, it's okay. You'll learn." Actually, it is not okay because you dealing with prey drive and animals and people can get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, our lesson did go really well on Thursday. We were in the small pen, which I think is more comfortable for me. I think I should retire now on this high note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114999402452830248?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114999402452830248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114999402452830248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114999402452830248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114999402452830248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-bo-beep.html' title='Little Bo Beep'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114929172039698392</id><published>2006-06-02T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:42:00.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is beginning</title><content type='html'>We have had some good walk lately, but the runs are better.  We even got past the angry dogs' house last week!  Class is still a cluster.  I thought having Oz in there would help, but if anyone stares at him... he still freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114929172039698392?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114929172039698392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114929172039698392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114929172039698392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114929172039698392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-is-beginning.html' title='summer is beginning'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114697115297186627</id><published>2006-05-06T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:05:52.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the school yea is coming</title><content type='html'>I am so tired.  Running with Kasey 4 days a week, plus two obedience classes and sheep herding lessons is killing me.  Poor Holly gets ignored, and the cats are lucky they get 5 minutes of attention.  I need to be better at balancing all this.  With that in mind, I have Holly starting agility on Saturday. 9am herding(K); 11:15 obedience (K); 12:30 agility(H). Is this what a soccer mom feels like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received Kasey's papers in the mail.  Now I am waiting for them to email me back because I need a letter of transfer, since they forgot to sign the papers. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114697115297186627?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114697115297186627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114697115297186627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114697115297186627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114697115297186627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/05/end-of-school-yea-is-coming.html' title='The end of the school yea is coming'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114541864107256673</id><published>2006-04-18T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:50:41.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Makings of a Rock Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/kasey2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/kasey2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we are seeing progress. We run every day that we can for about 30 minutes. One sheep herding lesson long. In the past couple of days, we have had dogs run up to us, and Kasey has handled it beautifully. It seems to only be when he can't get to the dog that we have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he meet two kids while I was out with him. He was so cute with the little girl, sitting like a perfect angel and letting her pet and love him. He was thrilled and so was she. When he was sitting next to her, he was almost as tall as she was! At that moment, I wanted to hug him to death. :) No jumping or obnxious kissing. I was so proud and amazed at his gentleness with her. He wasn't afraid or reactive to the boy that road up to us on his bike either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went walking with Suki, Tara, Kristen, and Holly. Kasey did fine. He was all business on the walk except to earn treats and love up on Holly. He still ambushes her with drive-by kisses when we are out walking. Holly was being walked by Kristen, whom Holly really loves. She is so excited to walk with Kristen that she forgets that Kasey is with me. Kasey even improved his behavior when we saw the horse. No barking the first time. Just one bark the second. Granted, I was shoving treats in his face the entire time, but I am still considering it progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to take pictures at his sheep herding lesson on Thursday. I will have to post about that because he is coming along REAL nicely on that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114541864107256673?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114541864107256673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114541864107256673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114541864107256673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114541864107256673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/04/makings-of-rock-star.html' title='The Makings of a Rock Star'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114364693406088050</id><published>2006-03-29T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:42:14.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>squirrels, rabbits, and birds... oh my!</title><content type='html'>He barks and barks when he sees one. Today he was flipping himself off the privacy fence on the one side of the yard and trying to climb our chain link to get to a squirrel in a tree. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114364693406088050?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114364693406088050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114364693406088050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114364693406088050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114364693406088050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/03/squirrels-rabbits-and-birds-oh-my.html' title='squirrels, rabbits, and birds... oh my!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114358072870715088</id><published>2006-03-28T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:18:48.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this progress or I am I just use to it?</title><content type='html'>It is hard tell regarding the walking. I have been out with him at least 3 times a day (solo), and I do feel like he is getting better. There is still some pulling, but perhaps that is acceptable being that we are dealing with a young border collie. Hard to say. I was thinking of getting some feedback on that at class tomorrow night. We still have problems with birds, rabbits, squirrels, people, and dogs. Other than that, we have nice walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey's coat is looking beautiful. It is like all of a sudden over night the dandrift is gone, and there is shine to his black. He really is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114358072870715088?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114358072870715088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114358072870715088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114358072870715088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114358072870715088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-progress-or-i-am-i-just-use-to.html' title='Is this progress or I am I just use to it?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114330129531945112</id><published>2006-03-25T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:41:35.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/DSC00847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he is going to be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so stubborn about walking nicely on a leash! I have had this boy since November, and he still pulls. I have tried "stand like a tree" when he pulls; I have tried target the stick; I have tried clicker. I am now using a mixture of all three. UGH&gt;&gt;&gt; I feel like my left arm is getting longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he showed me what he thought of the target stick. I use bird perches. I have no idea how he got it, but he did. He was in the middle of chewing it when I woke up. The wood was just splintered everywhere! Ekk... What are the health ramification to this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114330129531945112?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114330129531945112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114330129531945112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114330129531945112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114330129531945112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-of-me.html' title='The death of me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114289778235439449</id><published>2006-03-20T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:36:22.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress is slow</title><content type='html'>That pretty much says it all. Kasey is now reacting to birds, squirrels, rabbits, people, dogs, ... It makes walking him a challenge. To be honest, it makes me not want to walk him at all. It also makes me not want to walk Holly because he can't handle it when we leave together. He has gone so far as throw himself up against the picture window.&lt;br /&gt;A new session of class starts this week, we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw his first horse on Sunday. He was SOOOO excited. The horse wasn't. I took them to Green Valley and everytime someone passed us, I was sitting and treating. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114289778235439449?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114289778235439449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114289778235439449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114289778235439449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114289778235439449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/03/progress-is-slow.html' title='Progress is slow'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114168304803815574</id><published>2006-03-06T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:10:48.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGGGHHH...</title><content type='html'>I was sick almost all last week. It is very hard for a BC to go days without a walk. Altogether they run and chase in the backyard together, I still think it is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey managed to pull some of the curtain through his kennel Thursday. The result was him throwing up. We fasted him for 24 hours. This wasn't enough because Friday when I feed him, he started throwing up again. Off to the vet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the mean black dog in the waiting room, Kasey did well. I thought he would like it because it is another opportunity for someone to pet him, so besides the fact that he threw up 6 times in the car. I think he liked it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114168304803815574?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114168304803815574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114168304803815574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114168304803815574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114168304803815574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/03/uggghhh.html' title='UGGGHHH...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114087781256269259</id><published>2006-02-25T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:30:12.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Set back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/DSC00614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out last night. It has been a long couple of days for the guy because Thursday he got no walk! EEEEKKK. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 am he awoke and had to go out. As I was walking toward the backdoor, I explain to him that he better really have to go. I open the backdoor and out the two of them run. As they were moving out, it suddenly hits me: skunk. Great. I IMMEDIATELY call them back in. They both were hardly off the patio, but they turned on a dime and came in. :) I then proceeded to get dressed, get a flashlight, and go out to get out the yard. The two dogs followed along happily on this adventure. Staying with me... As I requested until I was sure the yard was skunk free. Kasey peed. We went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday evening after dark: I was out walking him. Two things I would do differently if I could have that walk back. I would have put him on the GL. He too hyped up about the walk. Secondly, I would have had him sit and watch the Boxer. Instead we tried to walk passed. Kasey lost it. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114087781256269259?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114087781256269259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114087781256269259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114087781256269259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114087781256269259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/set-back.html' title='Set back'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114065654290280595</id><published>2006-02-22T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:02:22.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG... we were walking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/DSC00558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened... Finally. We took a walk without the Gentle Leader. I have been periodically walking him around the court, without it, to work on heeling and not pulling on the leash. Tonight I decided to venture out into the rest of the neighborhood. We didn't go on the full 1 1/2 loop, but we went quite a distance without the Gentle Leader. Everytime he got to the right spot (loose leash and walking looking forward) I would click, and he would turn back for a treat. I also would click and treat heeling with attention. If he was pulling, I would stop. He did really well. I was so happy for him. We did have two dogs bark at him. One from inside the house... Easy for him now. The other was a dog outside in the backyard. He couldn't see it, but he could hear it. We kept walking. He would look toward the barking, and then he would look at me. I would click and treat. He was controlled. I was happy. He was too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114065654290280595?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114065654290280595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114065654290280595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114065654290280595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114065654290280595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-we-were-walking.html' title='OMG... we were walking!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114047801515196184</id><published>2006-02-20T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:26:55.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/118/9770/640/DSC00507.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/118/9770/320/DSC00507.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together for the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114047801515196184?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114047801515196184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114047801515196184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114047801515196184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114047801515196184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/together-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114044832356366797</id><published>2006-02-20T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:12:04.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Rock Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/kasey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/kasey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot happen in the last 24 hours, and Kasey has handled it like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, the furnace went out. Yes, it is 18 degrees outside, and we have no heat. The first day we toughed it out at home. Day two, after it dipped to 40 degrees in the house while we were sleeping, we decide that we could not stay another night in the house. It is hard to ask people to take in 3 cats, 2 dogs, and 2 people, but our friend Cathy did. We went over after church Sunday night. Kasey and Holly were stressed. Moving form thing to thing... Panting. The cats were very stressed because Cathy has two cats of her own that were locked in the bedroom. Rescue Remedy was given to everyone including the cats. Grover wasn't even allowed out of his kennel until this morning because he was being so mean. He made Holly cry. It was cute and sad at the same time. Kasey didn't settle until it was time to sleep. He climbed up on the bed between Bryce and I and passed out. By the way, we don't allow him in the bed, but he knows how to take advantage of a situation. The only concerned was that he did not want to relieve himself outside. I tried taking him out with the gentle leader and then without. No difference. I brought both of them home around 7 am. Bryce and the cats are still there sleeping while I try to warm up the house from 42 to about 52. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey's other Rock Star moment was at Narnia. Two of the trainers meet Kasey and I there on Sunday with their dogs. Kasey got to play with them, and then we started working with him on his leash in the presence of the other dogs. He and Nash walked opposite ways around the room. Anytime Kasey looked at Nash and then at me, I would click and treat. He did really well. No freaking. Kathie suggested we do it again, and then add another dog. I was happy for Kasey because he didn't loose it which is very stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114044832356366797?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114044832356366797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114044832356366797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114044832356366797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114044832356366797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-rock-star.html' title='Being a Rock Star!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114037578231275835</id><published>2006-02-19T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:03:02.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running with the dogs</title><content type='html'>I understand why people don’t run with their dogs. This takes quite a bit of training. I didn’t understand this before I got a dog and foolishly thought this would be a great way to exercise my dog and feel safe when I am out at night.  Holly runs with me, but she doesn’t enjoy it.  It is her job.  She prefers to sniff, and she can’t do this while we run.  I do find it helpful if we walk for about ½ hour first, and then start our run.  I have though for quite awhile that Kasey would be much better at running because he just wants to move. He wants to go FORAWRD and FAST!  I was home from school today, so I decided to be brave an attempt a run with him.  I wear the treat bag and the clicker.  When he is in the heel position (head at my left knee) I click and treat while I am slowly jogging. Speed with come with time. I am trying to shape this behavior.  When we started out, I was worried that we wouldn’t make it to the end of the black without both of us wiping out. He kept going around my back (silly herding dog) and cutting me off in front (stupid dog). I tripped and stopped a couple of times.  I did have the gentle leader on him. By block two, we were much better.  This is the blessing of the clicker. Every time he was in position- click and treat- because let me tell you that after a coup0ld of blocks, “good boy” wouldn’t have made it out of my mouth. Overall I am pleased.  It wasn’t as easy as with Holly, but he isn’t as old or as solid on the leash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114037578231275835?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114037578231275835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114037578231275835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114037578231275835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114037578231275835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/running-with-dogs.html' title='Running with the dogs'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-114013191806940772</id><published>2006-02-16T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:18:38.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Similarity between dogs that cause Kasey to “lose it”</title><content type='html'>I have decided it is not shape, color, or size.  I really think that it depends on how the dog is acting.  If the dog is controlled, Kasey is eager to meet the dog, but manageable.  If the dog is barking out of control and running around or struggling toward Kasey… Kasey loses it. I am clicking and treating him when we walk past yard that have barking dogs… if he: doesn’t bark, doesn’t flail, or doesn’t hop around. Right now I think it is okay if he speeds up a little, looks at the dog, or looks at me, but makes NO SOUND! Do you agree that these are treatable behaviors right now?  He seems to do much better if we keep moving, so I don’t stop. If I just have Holly, we stop because I want her to learn to remain calm when others are barking. Kasey is no where near this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-114013191806940772?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/114013191806940772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=114013191806940772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114013191806940772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/114013191806940772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/similarity-between-dogs-that-cause.html' title='Similarity between dogs that cause Kasey to “lose it”'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113996232451766306</id><published>2006-02-14T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:12:04.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barking 24/7</title><content type='html'>So I decided that this is just too much for Kasey. To ask him to walk like a "normal" dog when he sees another of his kind is unrealistic at this point, so I have divided the issues. Motion and noise. Great, hu? Well, the motion is common in Border Collies, and to be honest, that is where Kasey freaks out in class. Whenever dogs start to move, he looses it. The barking is interesting. I got a Sound Sensitive CD (Thanks Terry Ryan... I used this for our vacuum problem a couple of months ago) that is full of dogs barking. Let me just say that it is now at volume in which I can actually hear it. I have it playing in the kitchen. The first time I played it Kasey got all excited and jumped Holly to play. That put and end to that. She wasn't having any part of that stupidity. Then he would sporadically bark. Once we got a day of no response, I turned up the volume... a couple of levels. We started at 10, 15, 18, and now 20. It seems loud to me now, although it isn't. Do I think it is working? Hard to say. I think he is better when we are out and he heard a dog barking, but if he can see it, he's done for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113996232451766306?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113996232451766306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113996232451766306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113996232451766306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113996232451766306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/barking-247.html' title='Barking 24/7'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113978047780849215</id><published>2006-02-12T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:41:17.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A clueless little dog</title><content type='html'>Today, because of lack of time, I had to walk Holly and Kasey together this afternoon. The snow was falling in big, huge flakes, so this always makes them excited. Kasey had to stick his head/ body into every bush he could reach while we were out. Because of the snow, no one was out even though it was 1:30 in the afternoon on a Sunday. I was thankful. Toward the end of our walk, a car pulled into a driveway. I would say we were about the width of two streets (four lanes) away. Kasey and Holly both watched the little Toto-looking dog jump out of the car. It had no idea we were watching it. Naturally because I live in the neighborhood of the stupid people, it was not on a leash. I stopped. All three of us watched. Kasey was not whining or barking. I turned around and encouraged both to follow me as we backed away from the dog. Holly came quite willingly because she sense a treat coming. Kasey came but kept looking over at the dog. Still no whining and no barking. He was interested. I seriously could live with this if response for awhile if this is how it was EVERY time we saw a dog, but it isn't. I think what helped in this case was the distance and the fact that the dog had no clue that we were so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the corner that I have come to call our Charybdis and Scylla. The beagle was out. This is the dog that we can handle the best. There is a huge privacy fence, but naturally it is accompanied by the beagle bark. At the very back of the fence, the dog can fit its nose under the fence. Both Holly and Kasey react. Holly just speeds up and puts her nose to the ground. Kasey starts to speed up and keeps looking over at the fence. He feels like he is going to lose it, but he doesn't. I am just glad there is no barking or flailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113978047780849215?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113978047780849215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113978047780849215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113978047780849215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113978047780849215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/clueless-little-dog.html' title='A clueless little dog'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113969837251402333</id><published>2006-02-11T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:52:52.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/DSC00700.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful walk. We made it past a number of barking dogs in which Kasey turned from them and looked ahead. I was so happy for him. Additionally, I was able to stop he numerous times and ask for a "down, stay" or a "sit, stay." We also worked on "heel, look at me." He was doing great, then about 2 houses from our street, on the other side of the street, he saw a man walking his black lab. He went crazy. I said nothing because really he wouldn't have heard me. I just drag him forward while he flails and attached his Gentle Leader. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                        Kasey's idea of redecorating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113969837251402333?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113969837251402333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113969837251402333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113969837251402333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113969837251402333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/trying-to-be-good.html' title='Trying to be good'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113966753611255671</id><published>2006-02-11T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T08:29:13.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Leader Notes</title><content type='html'>1/26: First walk with gentle leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a solo walk around 4 pm. He would stop and paw at it. If I said “leave it,” he would sit and wait for a treat, which I gave him. He whined when he saw other dogs, but he definitely was under more control. No barking. He was fine with it as long as we are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/27: Man and loose old dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night walk. Up ahead a saw a terrier out. It is old and the people just let it out the front door to wander until it wants to come back. Holly has had no issues with the dog, but I am worried about meeting dogs now. I want to work on this, so they both learn how to politely meet other dogs while on a leash. There was also a man walking towards us. I opted for a turn around and walk the other way. Both dogs saw the man and the dog. I was dragging both of them. I got about 3 houses away from the terrier (it had no interest in us), and I walked to the middle on the street to get away from the man. It was somewhere during all the dragging that Kasey had pulled his Gentle Leader down around his neck because I realized that he was way stronger than he should have been. I was able to fix it once there were no distractions, and we made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/28: Loose puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our neighbor does not believe in containing their children or their dog in their yard. I am not the only one on the block that has a problem with this, but they don’t speak English, so it continues to be a problem that we all are living with. Anyway, this morning everything was going beautifully (doesn’t it always before all heck breaks loose?), when their front door opened out came the man, women, and their Poodle puppy. This is a friendly dog, and due to their lack of containment, is very social with other dogs and people that walk by. I am still worried about Holly and Kasey meeting dogs while on their leashes, so I told them to leave it, and we kept walking. We were across the street. They interested but walking with me. I was feeling good about that. Then the dog ran across the street. I yelled at the guy to not let his dog near mine. The dog came anyway. I started dragging my dogs away. Kasey was whining, but he had to come because of the Gentle Leader. Holly was fighting me. Both were running little circles around me, and the dang puppy was FOLLOWING us! There was no barking from anyone, but I was really struggling. Do you think I should have let them meet this dog? Am I doing the right thing by preventing them from meeting other dogs while they are on their leashes or am I causing more problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/ 30: Saw a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;We were walking late. We neither saw nor hear any dogs, but we saw rabbits. He speeds up, looks at them, and then starts to run forward. Not toward the rabbit, but toward whatever direction we are headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/31: Am walk… more rabbits&lt;br /&gt;Consistency! He did the same thing. No barking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/31: Rabbits and Boxer and gang of boys&lt;br /&gt;Same with the rabbits. I think I am okay with this for now, and he is demonstrating the same behavior more than once!  He saw a Boxer down the street… about 3 houses away.  He responded the same way he did about the rabbits! J I hope he does this again.  Later in the walk, we saw a gang (4 in winter coats) walking on the opposite side of the street from us.  He started to move around, and I could tell he was getting excited. Watching them and moving forward (again in the direction we were going not at them), so I picked up the pace to a trot until there was a little distance. Anytime he turned around to look, I said leave it. He and Holly did well I think. Some trotting, but no flailing and no barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/6: He seems to sometimes go into panic mode if we see certain dogs. There is that crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/7: Little Mean White Dog and the first run&lt;br /&gt;This little dog upsets both Holly and Kasey.  Even from across the street (which is usually out of Holly range for reacting) it runs the fences and barks.  This illicit a response from both Holly and Kasey. Kasey barks and attaches his Gentle Leader, while occasional stopping to look at the dog.  He completely ignores me.  Holly runs back and forth with an occasional swipe if Kasey gets to close. Freaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113966753611255671?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113966753611255671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113966753611255671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113966753611255671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113966753611255671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/gentle-leader-notes.html' title='Gentle Leader Notes'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113953157429515086</id><published>2006-02-09T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:32:54.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/118/9770/640/DSC00693.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/118/9770/320/DSC00693.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey resting from the Christmas fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113953157429515086?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113953157429515086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113953157429515086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113953157429515086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113953157429515086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/kasey-resting-from-christmas-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113952950868488211</id><published>2006-02-09T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:58:28.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out on a Wednesday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/200/DSC00512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasey had obedience class last night. Sometimes he is a rock star. It really a depends on how class starts for him. If he looses it, he is done for the rest of the class. The rest of the class was working on walking. He can't get out and walk with everyone else because he is too excited. We had him partially screened, but the motion sets him off. I ended up having to take him out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking him to go from where he is to where I want him, which is to not be so reactive to other dogs, is a huge jump for him. After talking with the trainers, who are my heroes by the way, I think we are going to try to break this down into two separate issues: noise sensitivity ( specifically barking) and movement. This the help of a CD with dog noises on it, I can easily working on desensitizing him to the barking dogs. I hoping this will just leave the movement, which is a common Border Collie issue. Individually I think each issue is manageable. Together this is quite the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I write this, I have the barking CD playing. It is on volume 10, which is very low for my player in the study. Kasey is baby gated out of the room because this room is the safe place for the cats. He sometimes barks because he can hear it. It is so quiet that when the heat goes on (because it is 18 degrees here today!), neither he nor I can hear it. Holly is ignoring the entire thing completely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113952950868488211?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113952950868488211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113952950868488211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113952950868488211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113952950868488211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/freaking-out-on-wednesday-night.html' title='Freaking Out on a Wednesday night'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19355848.post-113931969408970093</id><published>2006-02-07T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:41:34.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/1600/DSC00507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1693/1914/320/DSC00507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The foster home that Kasey came from had very calm (for Border Collies) dogs. A male and a female. The female was there when Holly was fostered. I had taken Holly back for visits many times, so she is fairly comfortable at the place. The way we introduced them was in the backyard and off leash. Kasey does not “lose it” if he can meet the dog and if he is off leash, or at least I have never witnessed it. When I introduced him to my friend’s lab (Kasey’s one play buddy), it was off leash in her backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time they meet they played chase. It is Holly’s favorite game. She did correct him for jumping on her because she doesn’t like to wrestle; Kasey does. He has won her over, and they do wrestle now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time we meet was the day we brought him home. They were fine. I drove them home separated: Holly in the backseat, and Kasey in the way back where they both ride together now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19355848-113931969408970093?l=brcann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/feeds/113931969408970093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19355848&amp;postID=113931969408970093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113931969408970093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19355848/posts/default/113931969408970093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brcann.blogspot.com/2006/02/meeting-holly.html' title='Meeting Holly'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952127517462290080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
