Like, not look at me, didn't care about freeze dried liver treats, bad.
Oh that dog.
I found myself beginning to get frustrated, and the more frustrated I became, the less praise I gave her, even when she complied. I was mad, right? And these were super basic things we were working on.
Then I remembered something I told a mom yesterday: when we practice new things, we have to find a place of compassion and grace - for others, and for ourselves.
It's called practice for a reason.
So I brought pup home, and when I laid down on the couch for a few minutes before returning to paperwork (ugh), she jumped up, snuggled in and immediately went to sleep.
She's not doing these things to me. She's a dog. So we'll try again tomorrow.
This is a lot of work, training this dog. She is one stubborn girl. I just keep looking to that point in the future where she will be able to be present I session with me.
Here she is on a previous good training day, the little love. We're getting more and more used to the training vest. That's a process, too.