Mar 192012

A Dog Agility Blog Event Post

In training, I do my best when I’m in the middle of it, but find it all to easy to look back after I’ve done it. It’s the If Only game.  I bet you’re familiar with it.

“If only…”

…I had known [insert training technique here]

…I had realized sooner how to meet this individual dog’s needs.

…I had read this book, met this trainer, gotten this training tool…

Sometimes this way lies madness.

BelleWhile I didn’t start agility with any particular training philosophy,  I did do something else–I started with Jean-Luc Picardigan, an autistic, brain-injured young Cardigan Corgi.  In truth, none of the usual techniques worked for him–just a lot of guidance, a lot of repetition, a lot of patience.  Eventually agility changed Jean-Luc’s life and he earned multiple (unexpected!) titles.  But that’s another story.

The point is, when I started training Belle (AKA Miss Belle AKA Princess Belle AKA b-b-b-BELLE!), my sole experience with training for competition dog sports was based on this brain-injured boy.  So training Belle–who was a natural, full of glee and amazingly fast to learn–came very easily.


What I didn’t realize–what eventually became our major struggle–was how very, very sensitive and soft she is to the unspoken and the incidental, and how things to which she gave no real-time reaction (such as someone shouting to someone else across the agility training field during drills or class) added up to make a significant impact on her.

For in contrast to Jean-Luc–who was largely oblivious to all forms of communication until agility and even afterward required specific, direct (and unique) management, Belle assumes that all communication is directed at her.  And she takes on the worries of the world in the process.

Belle: Am I a good girl?  Are you sure I’m a good girl?  Someone raised her voice five five minutes ago.  I don’t believe you.

And you’d better believe she knew it when I was frustrated during training, even if I happened to be frustrated at the weather, another dog’s interference, or a stone in my shoe.

So even though I was working with a “it’s the handler’s fault” philosophy when mistakes happened, Belle’s extraordinary sensitivity–and her need to be perfect–meant that wasn’t enough in the long run.

Not that she didn’t accomplish awesomeness along the way.  She was the 20th dog to earn a PACH nationwide.  She’s a PAX2 dog who retired at twelve years old and 100 speed points shy of PACH2, and at that time she was #1 Preferred Corgi.  And this in spite of being out of the game more than she was in it, between her health and mine (that, too, is another story).

But what if…?

…I had better understood behavior-based training when I started

…I had found the book Control Unleashed when I started (never mind that it wasn’t published yet)

…I had understood the profoundly unexpected way Belle absorbs the weight of the world.

Belle on AlertI can’t change any of it, but thinking about it is more than an exercise in self-flagellation, even now that her single role in the house is to be the Princess.  Thinking about it means maybe I can do a little bit better the next time.  But still, there’s plenty of regret.  Because…

If only I had been able to ensure that she never, ever believed herself to be the least bit imperfect at all…

(Because she never was, you know.)