Woof!!!

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There’s no more appropriate bowl for our boy than this. Except when he’s meant to be testing his self control, that is.

In the last post I outlined all our plans for getting some control over our Beagles in the great outdoors, but after a couple of weeks of practice those plans have had to be revised. As I mentioned last time, Biggles sails through all the self control exercises. The reason for this, I think, is that they don’t tap into the primal hunting  behaviors that can give us such a headache on hillwalk. You might argue that doesn’t matter and that the training will nevertheless give him greater self control over time, but I tend to doubt it. You see he’s just so chilled during the training that we spend all our time trying to gee him up and none trying to calm him down.

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Time for self control training Dad? Yeah.. I’ll be right there after my nap.

One day I made what I thought was an irresistible food sock – brimming over with chicken and other tasty stuff. I let him stay beside me in the kitchen as I prepared it; he was wagging reasonably enthusiastically throughout so I had high hopes. However the moment we headed out into the garden, he realized this was an exercise and not a free-for-all and lost all interest in the sock. I made a little hole in it, tied it to the end of the lunge whip and took off round the garden like a nutter in the hope that he’d give chase. His reaction? He found a few traces of bird poo on the grass and started rolling in it. I responded by making a bigger hole in the sock (so that half of the contents fell out), and dangled it just above his nose. He just sat calmly ignoring it, with a blank look on his face and a big white guano stain on one ear flap. To complete this epic failure, when I gave up and let him back in the house he headed straight into the kitchen and “boinged” the oven gloves off of the worktop. Needless to say we’ve given up on the “classic” self control exercises, and instead I’m now concentrating on trying to keep him calm when he sees the postman approaching the house – one of the few things at home that really does get him excited.

Beanie on the other hand has no trouble getting thoroughly excited for the self-control exercises, in fact it would be more accurate to say she gets excited by the exercises. She does whatever is required of her to get the reward, but then for the rest of the day she’s wired, into everything and quite likely to give poor Biggles a good telling off if he puts a foot wrong. Ironically the worst exercise of all in this respect is the chill mat; she now gets over excited at the very sight of it and woofs demandingly when we take it away. So we’ve had to abandon the mat training for Beanie, at least in its original form. Instead we can maybe train her to see it as a surrogate basket – not a rewarding thing, but somewhere comfortable that you just have stay in/on until you’re told otherwise.

And yet in the midst of all these failures we had a remarkably quiet sunset trip up Ben A’an.

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It’s fair to say the biggest trouble we had on that trip came from the cheap Tesco popup shelter we’d brought to help with the wind chill. Like all of these things it popped up easy enough, but getting it back into its collapsed state and into its carry bag was another story entirely. As we wrestled with the shelter Beanie & Biggles wrestled with each other – but other than that, our pups were just great. Even on the way down there was minimal pulling and only the tiniest baying outbreak just as we arrived back at the car.

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Any takers for a play fight on a mountain? It would seem so..

Encouraged by this apparent progress (which was more than likely a fluke) we invested in some camping gear. We’ve already got a caravan which is great for a holiday of several days or so, but it’s overkill for a brief overnight visit just to take in a sunset/sunrise in the highlands. So, after years of flat out refusing ever to contemplate camping, we now have a tent. It’s apparently quite a good one as far these things go..

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It’s quite roomy inside, and has a built in chin rest for boy Beagles.

Biggles has already taken a liking to the sleeping bags. I dunno where the rest of us are going to sleep, but he’s going to be nice and comfy, that’s for sure.

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Of course it’s one thing to do a practice camping session in the garden; the real deal – in a campsite or even worse “wild camping” – is likely to be a completely different experience. The cynic in me believes that Beanie and Biggles kept their woofers in check on Ben A’an just so we’d trust them in a tent. Maybe in a few weeks time we’ll be chasing two escaped baying Beagles round a mountain top in complete darkness!

A Woolly Problem

Our recent trip to Skye – though very enjoyable – was somewhat marred by Beanie & Biggles’ reaction to sheep. Admittedly Skye is a bit of an extreme case in that it is absolutely teaming with the blummin’ things, but nevertheless it joins a long line of adventures that have featured unwelcome and prolonged baying/pulling frenzies.

From time to time we’ve tried to tackle this problem using the typical dog training suggestions:

  • stopping dead when the baying starts and refusing to move until calm has been restored
  • abruptly changing direction at the first sign of a freakout
  • trying to distract Beanie & Biggles by getting them to perform tricks etc. when sense they’re about to lose control
  • trying to engage them in games

Thus far all these approaches have either failed outright or proved hopelessly impractical. For example the stopping dead approach serves only to build frustration and stress in our dogs (especially Biggles) and they’re quite able to keep up a baying frenzy for several hours at a time. Changing direction isn’t always practical and anyway quite often we’ve completely run out of alternative directions (even the way we’ve just come, which was walked calmly, can suddenly become a trigger for more baying). As for games and food, well you can actually put food in Beanie & Biggles’ mouths when they’re in a highly excited state, and it’ll just fall out onto the floor. Yep, they get so worked up that even food won’t cut through!

The worst thing about the baying frenzies is that they often seem to come completely without warning and sometimes we have no idea what’s causing them. Sheep are often a trigger, but not always. For example, on the final day of our Skye trip I took the two Bs along a sheep-infested trail on which they’d freaked out the previous day, videoing them all the way in the hope of spotting some early warning signs. As Sod’s Law dictates, both Beanie & Biggles remained steadfastly chilled throughout. We got within 10 meters of unfenced sheep and lambs, and short of exchanging business cards and swapping anecdotes over a light lunch consisting of small triangular ham salad sandwiches, the meeting couldn’t have been more civilized. That inconsistency is typical of Beagles, or at least typical of our Beagles. Always expect the unexpected and they’ll still manage to surprise you.

After some discussion we contacted behaviorist Heather Smith in the hope of getting some practical tips for dealing with this problem. Here’s a brief summary of our new plan of action:

Desensitization

While desensitizing Beanie & Biggles to sheep, deer and so on probably won’t cure the problem completely, it must surely help. There aren’t many sheep near us (even though we live in a fairly rural area), and what sheep there are rarely provoke much of a reaction from our dogs. We figured that made them less useful as a desensitization tool but since talking to Heather we’ve realized that non-provocative sheep maybe exactly what we need; the more Beanie & Biggles can experience sheep in a calm state, the better.

What’s more one of our local parks has a kind of mini zoo with deer, rabbits, goats, pigs, birds etc so in theory the two Bs can get used to quite a variety of animals.On previous visits to this park we either gave the animal pens a wide berth, or attempted to distract Beanie & Biggles with training and food as we passed by. Now all that has changed. We actually want our little rascals to be fully aware of the animals; to be close by, watching them doing their thing yet not reacting. Our first couple of “training visits” have gone down reasonably well, although Beanie seems to be afraid of the rabbits (!!) and we had a slightly noisy encounter with an empty bottle that a litterbug had tossed into a hole in the ground. The bottle contained a blackcurrant drink, which  according to Beanie is one of the more dangerous flavors. I guess we could run into a wild Ribena bottle on our next hill walk, so it’s best to be prepared.

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Err.. Biggles, the deer are actually behind you

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Only Beanie seems to understand the tremendous danger posed by the killer rabbit. Surely this would be a good time to break out the Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch?

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Even the small ones are scary..

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And it turns out that Llamas roll just like Beagles. Who knew?

Self-Control Exercises

Recently I’ve been working on Beanie & Biggles’ self control a little during fetch games in the garden. I do a few rounds of regular fetch, then a few where our pups have to sit and wait while I throw the ball, only going after it when I give them the release command. I’ve gradually built the game up and now – on a good day – they can hold in a sit while I run away from them and throw the ball. This is hardest for Beanie as she’s always been the most enthusiastic ball-chaser, but she’s doing well.

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Beanie pouncing on the ball – but only after she’s been given the OK to do so.

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I think this exercise is easier for Biggles because he’s less excited by retrieval games, but still, it all helps

Since Heather’s visit we now have  couple more self-control exercises to work on. One involves the lunge-whip with a toy tied to the business end. We start with each dog in a sit with the toy some distance away, and begin moving the whip to animate the toy. If the dog can hold the sit despite their desire to go after it then they’re rewarded by a chance to chase and tug at the toy. After each successful round the game gets harder – maybe the toy gets a little closer to the dog, or is moved in a more enticing way, or maybe the dog has to hold a down rather than a sit. One problem with this one is that Biggles generally doesn’t get excited about any toy he’s allowed to have (the illegal ones are way more exciting: Susan’s glasses, socks and underpants, toilet rolls etc) however to counter this Heather suggested using a sock stuffed with food. I really think this could work, but we’ll need a pretty sturdy sock..

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Another self-control game is played in the crate, with rewards given for staying inside despite an ever increasing temptation to exit.

Loose lead & canicross training

If we can get Beanie & Biggles more used to paying attention to us and following commands while kitted out for canicross and hill walks, then they’ll be more manageable generally and hopefully less likely to go off the rails when something stimulates them. For the canicross we’re working on simple commands like left, right, stop, go etc. using the clicker. For the loose lead we’re going to devise some kind of physical cue that occurs when the lead is slack and reward Beanie and Biggles each time it’s present, thus making a slack lead more and more appealing to them.

Chill Mat

The idea here is to strongly associate a simple, portable object like a mat with calm behavior. Ultimately, just putting the dog on the mat should induce a calm state. The training starts with rewarding the dog for simply being on the mat, and progressively moves towards the dog lying on the mat on his/her side with legs relaxed and eyes closed. Each progression asks for something small, like staying on the mat just a little longer, maybe sitting on the mat, then holding a “down” on the mat etc. It can take a long time to reach the final stage, but if we can stay the distance we should have an effective tool for calming our dogs in a variety of situations. We’ll likely find this particularly tough with Beanie as she’s never been one for lying on her side unless genuinely asleep, but by using the clicker hopefully we’ll get there.

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When a baying frenzy breaks out, Biggles is generally the noisiest and most out of control of our two Beagles (Beagle boys usually are), yet most of the above exercises seem to be easiest for him.I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

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Me? Noisy and out of control?

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Surely you’ve got me confused with some other naughty boy.

Still, my gut feeling is that if we can stick at these exercises for long enough we may indeed be able to keep Beanie & Biggles below the level of stimulation that leads to a baying outburst, or at least shorten the duration of the outburst considerably. This would make our walks much more enjoyable and generally let us do more (like visiting dog-friendly cafes without deafening the other diners).

Skye – The Sheepy Isle

A lot has happened since our last post, including a long holiday on and around the Isle of Skye. Known to some as “The Misty Isle” and to us as “The Sheepy Isle” (more on that later), Skye has a direct road link from the Scottish mainland via a rather attractive bridge.

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The Skye Bridge viewed from the Plock of Kyle

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Beanie & Biggles, also viewed from the Plock of Kyle

Despite that fact that we wouldn’t need to use a ferry for our trip, I still didn’t feel brave enough to tow the caravan actually onto Skye itself (lots of single-lane roads with meagre passing places) so we actually set up camp in somewhat-nearby Morvich. As it turned out there are plenty of nice places to visit around Morvich even without driving over to Skye, like the village of Plockton, Eilean Donan Castle, and Kyle.

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Plockton

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It’s floodlit briefly around sunset, but after about half an hour they turn the lights off to save energy. Damn shame ‘cos it would look really good at night..

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Kyle

Of course the real point of the holiday was to sample the sights, sounds and smells of Skye. We had no problem with the sights and smells, but the sounds were more difficult to appreciate given that our Beagles were soon making sounds of their own. Our first taste of Skye came in the form of a hillwalk up The Storr, passing by the iconic Old Man.

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All was well as we emerged from the trees and got our first look at the Storr and the extraordinary rock formations of the Storr “sanctuary”

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The Old Man standing tall in the middle with Needle Rock off to the left.

We had the odd little outburst from Biggles on the way up to the Sanctuary when he spotted other walkers ahead of us (his Biggleship should always be in front!) and a couple of sheep, but in general he and Beanie were quite well behaved up to this point. That started to change when I decided to head up to the base of the Old Man to get a couple of close-up photos, leaving Susan and the Beagles below. Ordinarily when doing something like this I’d look around for the easiest route, but for some reason this day I was channeling my inner Beanie and I took the direct path straight up, oblivious to the much easier path to the side. It was very scrambly and I had to ditch my backpack around the half-way point, but I made it up and got some shots around the Old Man.

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Now it was time to head back down. Unfortunately the thing about scrambly trails is that it’s always easier to go up them than down, but I had to retrace my steps to retrieve my backpack. I made my way down very tentatively, keeping one hand on my camera to keep from swinging into the rocks. On the way up I’d felt like a vigorous semi-fit person but this descent burst my bubble completely; I was moving like a nervous pensioner with a zimmer frame. At least I didn’t have any Beagles tied to me, but Biggles was still able to “assist” my concentration by warbling loudly from below whenever I got to a particularly difficult bit. Just before I reached my stranded backpack I got a really strong feeling that I was being watched. Instinctively I looked back up to the base of the Old Man and sure enough there was a stereotypical rock climber type – complete with designer wrap-around shades – sitting watching me as he munched his breakfast. In all likelihood he’d just climbed down from the very top of the Old Man, and here I was, laboring over a bit of scree on a path I didn’t even need to use, with a noisy Beagle boy calling attention to me every time I used the bum method for the “difficult” bits. Very embarrassing.

Even before Biggles had fully calmed down from his current warbling, we ran into sheep. Lots and lots of sheep. The warbling turned into baying and pulling. Beanie joined in, and their cries echoed round the hills pretty much all the way up to the summit of the Storr.

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Amazing rock formations all around, but it’s the blummin’ sheep that have Beanie & Biggles’ attention.

The top of the Storr was mercifully free of sheep, but not sheep poo, so the baying was swapped for rolling. At one point it looked like there a Beagle break-dancing competition going on up there.

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Biggles chills and takes in the view, while Beanie creates a view of her own.

The conspicuous presence of sheep was an issue on our other Skye walks too. The Quirang, the land around Kilt Rock and even the Fairy Pools were all infested by the woolly jacket club. At times it seemed like every square metre of Skye had a sheep on it. I half-expected that we’d return to our car only to find that it had been stolen by delinquent sheep out for a joy ride. Even our campsite – though not actually on Skye – was surrounded by sheep. Curiously though Beanie and Biggles were oblivious to the sheep near our caravan. What’s more, at night and early in the morning the site was visited by hares – the very prey Beagles are meant to hunt – but our two pups stayed completely cool around them. For some reason however the sheep on Skye nearly always elicited a noisy reaction.

Other walks

The falls at Kilt Rock, the Fairy Pools and The Quiraing

Our next major walk on Skye was to the Coire Lagan – a lochan sitting 2/3 of the way up a mountain in the Cuillin range. We set off very early for this one hoping to catch the lochan in the flattering morning light. Amazingly we passed only two sheep on our way up, and our little boy was able to give his vocal chords a well earned rest. Even when we reached the little scrambly bit just before the lochan plateau, both our pups kept their warbling, baying and pulling in check. I had a feeling they might start up on the return journey (traditionally a tough test, particularly for Biggles), but I figured we’d at least get to enjoy the lake itself in peace. I was however, quite wrong.

As we clambered over the final layer of rocks and reached the plateau the view of the lake with huge rock walls towering over was absolutely stunning. To get an idea of scale, take a close look at the next picture. On the right hand side you can see a trail, and about 2/3 up the trail there are a couple of dots. Those dots are group of people scrambling up the scree slope to the top of the mountain! Needless to say, after my experience at the Old Man of Storr I decided against following them up!

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Biggles took one look at the Coire Lagan, recognized it as probably the greatest natural opera house in the world, and threw his head back. What followed was the loudest baying I’ve ever heard. I seriously doubt that even two full packs of Beagles could have made more noise. Let’s face it, even The Who in their heyday couldn’t have been any louder.

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There was no sign of his baying winding down even after a couple of minutes, so Susan broke out our “bothy in a bag” and enclosed herself and the Beagles in it in an attempt to calm him down. Biggles wasn’t going to let a big orange bag deprive the world of his performance however, and he repeatedly tried to escape through one of the air vents while singing his own unique cover version of Queen’s “Don’t stop me now”. I’ve no idea what other walkers thought was going on inside that shelter as Susan wrestled with the baying Bigglet but they did seem to quicken their pace as they passed it. Of course Susan eventually gave up and Biggles’ less than melodic voice once again filled the rocky sound chamber.

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Coire Lagan: the ultimate venue for the ambitious Beagle vocal artiste

In due course we packed up and started on the return journey. Biggles was still in an excited and noisy state which was bound to  make the scramble down from the plateau “interesting”, but there was no alternative.

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If it’s worth saying once, it’s worth saying a thousand times…

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It looks like a long way down, but it can be a really, really short journey if you have a baying Beagle tied to your waist!

Amazingly we all made it through the difficult bits without incident and once we lost a bit of height Biggles started to calm down – until that is we ran into sheep again. In truth there weren’t all that many of them this time, but they insisted on staying just ahead of us on the path which of course kept Biggles in an excited state right until we made it back to the car.

For our final day on Skye we decided to revisit the Old Man of Storr to get some sunrise photos. I headed up first on my own at about 3am in a cloud of midges, with plans for Susan and the Beagles to come join me later when there was more light. I cautioned Susan to lock the car as I departed, but in my rush to beat the sun I forgot about closing the hatchback, which kind of negated the whole security thing. It also let a swarm of midges into the car – some of which feasted on Susan and the Beagles – though I think Beanie caught and snacked on some of the little buggers so I guess the score card is even. I made it up past the Sanctuary in plenty of time, managed to find a small area that was sheep free, and began taking shots.

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A couple of minutes after sunrise, the first rays hit the sanctuary

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A little later, in glorious golden light

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The lochan below the sanctuary

I thought it was just me, sheep and midges up on the Storr, but then I heard a raucous, squeaking/warbling sound coming from below. I checked my watch and sure enough it was about time for Susan to be heading up with the Beagles. I headed down to meet them and to my amazement discovered that for once my boy was pretty quiet. Maybe there was another Beagle on Skye that morning, or maybe his warbling was still echoing round Coire Lagan and had only just made over to the north of the island. Either way, it was time for a nap. And some midge bite cream.

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