SKY'S STORY

TRAINING IS YOUR BACKUP LEASH

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Meet SKY, my smart, funny, irrepressible Jack Russell Terrier. Her favorite toys are her long stuffed wiener dogs, dirty socks, and tennis balls which I have to hide in the freezer. She seems to have the will and the wiring of a heat-seeking missile when it comes to finding things.

Sky's going on 12 now and I’ve had the immense joy and privilege of spending these past years with her. If you’ve got a dog then I’m sure he or she counts, along with your family, as one of the great loves of your life. In one way though, I can’t help but feel my little friend and I have lived those years on stolen time. This story, Sky's story, had a lot to do with my decision to become a dog trainer.

I never thought very much about training when Sky first came to live with me. To be honest, as with so many of us, I never really thought too much about the real hard questions of dog ownership at all, like what kind of dog is right for a family of four with two older children, in a townhome. Back in 2006, my daughter was begging for a dog (she’d been begging for months) and I finally relented by responding to a “Puppies for Sale” ad, pegged to the bulletin board of the nearest supermarket. I called—yes they still had some puppies, and yes we could come and see them that afternoon.

The breeder recommended training which seemed rather generic advice, as generic as her contract and exchange of money for goods. Still, a few months went by and I thought it might be fun so I signed us up. I was working full-time so I confess, sticking to Sky’s homework was, at best, sporadic but we did learn some basic cues. Eventually attending classes fell by the wayside as things do when you’ve got work and kids and a house to attend to, not to mention other bills to pay.

My whole perspective on the importance of training shifted though, one warm spring morning as my daughter and I were out walking Sky. We thought some window shopping would serve so we took her downtown. We were just passing some stores when a large group of people and their dogs, turned a corner from one of the side streets. As they approached us Sky panicked. She dove beneath a table by an outdoor cafe, her leash tangled in the chair legs and she slipped backward, right out of her harness. Her next move was to launch herself headfirst into traffic.

At that moment, I could only do what she and I had been trained to do. “DOWN!” I shouted, an instinctual response, more like muscle memory than anything else.

And miraculously, she did. Sky responded in the only way she knew, what she’d been trained to do, dropping into a down, right there on the edge of the sidewalk. Right on the very edge of oblivion—just long enough for my daughter to get her harness back on. Ironically several other dogs had dropped into a down as well, which I can laugh about now but maybe couldn’t fully appreciate at the time.

It was then that I realized just how important her training had been and how every penny spent on training was an investment in our years together. Not long after that fateful day, I signed her up for two more training packages and I was a lot more diligent about our homework.

Do you think you will always be in full control just because your dog is on a leash? Dogs can slip their harness, dogs can pull a leash from your hand. Invest in some training with your new pup because one day, it could save a life.

Sky’s story is the introductory post for The Dog Blog. Check my website once a month for more great dog stories and training tips.