Relative Something

It’s been a while since I gushed about the progress we are enjoying with Asher as he matures into his last few months before turning 4. He is growing ever so close to the free-roaming farm-type dog we’ve been envisioning him becoming for the nearly three years since we adopted him.

The biggest accomplishments are his understanding of our property borders (and for the most part, respecting them) and his increasingly dependable responses to being called to return to us from wherever he has wandered.

Take a moment to absorb the clean, snowy landscape in the photo above, where he is breaking trail for the first time since we got all that snow. It is a treat for us to be able to allow him to trot ahead on his own to explore what catches his attention.

When possible, I like to allow him to follow his instinctual urge to dig. We try to cut him off when he wants to dig in the yard, so it is fun to let him go at it in the woods without restriction. When we are on the edge of a trail, it tends to come down to my mood.

Yesterday, I felt like letting him have his fun.

The pristine, snowy landscape looked a little more like a crime scene after he got done. No burrowing rodents were harmed in the making of his calamitous mess.

The next hurdle of training that would be nice to achieve is for him to respectfully greet visitors, which would involve less loud barking and no attempts to stand with his paws on their chest. The difficulty I see us facing is our insecurity about his behavior around the arrival of visitors, which leads to our anxiety, which he then feels, triggering his instinct to take control and protect us by doing the very things we don’t want him to do.

It is satisfying to have him unleash his “big boy bark” when strangers show up at our door, but we haven’t mastered the skills of discipline to have him heel or sit down and shut up when we call him off. When guests show up, we tend to rely on a leash during the greeting phase.

We keep reminding ourselves that we’ve successfully trained him to respect a lot of commands, so we just need to keep working on each next step with the same consistency that has worked for us before.

His urge to climb on people is one we don’t want to allow. Zooming around outside and chasing squirrels and rabbits in our yard and woods are urges we can grant, as long as he comes when called and stays within our property boundaries.

He behaves like he’s a dog or something, you know? We just have to keep improving our game of being responsible dog parents.

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