Crash Davis


Pointer/Mixed Breed
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Age: 4 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

Gotcha Date:
July 27th 2012

Arrival Story:
We went to the local shelter to look at a female beagle, however, we discovered she had already been adopted and instead saw a hound mix boy staring right at us. We took him out and he was very very sweet and easy going and we knew we couldn't leave him and so we took him home.

Bio:
He was picked up as a stray but with his rabies tag they traced him back to an owner who no longer wanted him.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
About the Brittany Spaniel

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 28th 2012 More than 1 year!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
1260931


Meet my family
LennyLucky (R.I.P)

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Life and Adventures of Crash, the reactive dog


Second Training Session

July 25th 2013 6:07 pm
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Mom wanted to update as my sessions go along, to tell the world what a darn good boy I am. Cause it's true.

I'm super good at "touch" now which Mom and the nice lady helping her are really proud of me. "Leave it" is SUPER hard. Still objects are easy. Things in motion... um I'm a top notch predator obviously. I can't help myself, I must chase it! Mom says it will get easier to resist with time. I say I'm a killing machine that can't be reckoned with.

New stuff I'm learning is this "go to mat" business. I lay on the comfy thing and get treats. I like this game so far. Mom said it will get harder eventually, but for now I'm going to enjoy the easy parts (MORE SALMON TREATS PLEASE). And with mom moving farther away from me when asking for things, sometimes without her close by I get a little confused but I'm working on it.

I'm also learning nicer ways to ask for more space with other dogs on walks with BAT, whatever that is. My arch nemesis from my first session, Alfred, was there again but I didn't act up like last time. Mom hopes I'll learn to do other things to get more space, and during practice I was offering really good head turns looking away from that jerk! Lots of treats and pats, even the nice lady was impressed.

This nice lady and I have to talk though, she didn't bring cheese this time.

This clicker training thing is getting easier, sometimes Mom has to help me work things out but I'm getting better at doing it on my own instead of giving up, and I'm learning lots. Plus it's spending even more time with my mom.

I'm gonna go take a nap now, I'm kinda tuckered out from being a good boy.

Hopefully Mom and I will have good news from another session soon.

(Mom says she wants to clarify Alfred is a fake dog the trainer uses with reactive dogs. I personally don't like the guy. He kinda freaks me out.)

 

The Beginning

July 11th 2013 11:51 am
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I should've wrote to you all awhile ago, but momma didn't think much of it when she first got me. Well now we have a journey to document, she's so forgetful, so I figured I'd put it down for her. Silly momma.

I was dropped off by my owner at a strange place with lots of cars and people and left behind. The strange man caught me and brought me to a place mom calls the shelter. It was kind of scary there, but there were lots of nice people. She took me home late July, and I haven't looked back.

Except lately... dogs on leash kind of freak me out. I'm not so sure about them. Today when the trainer came she had her dog Alfred (which momma later pointed out was a fake dog the whole time! He was very real looking though). I was interested and kind of nervous but had a fairly appropriate greeting until he fell over... I did not like that and went into attack mode and boy did I show him.

Momma has a plan in place with this nice lady who came over (she brought cheese y'all) to help me figure this dog thing out. She was impressed with momma's work with me so far, said we had a good relationship and good foundation. Basically: I'm a good boy.

Momma was proud of the promise I showed. And I hope I'll have good things to tell you all real soon.

Oh look! A squirrel in the yard--gotta run!

Crash

 
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