Posts Tagged ‘dachshund
Its a Dog Eat Dog World
I thought today I would share with you some photos that I took of my Dachshund, Ammo and my parent’s Labrador/Australian Shepherd mix, Trooper last weekend. Let me first say that Trooper and Ammo are the best of friends. They “play” together for hours on end and although it may seem like they torment eachother at the end of the day they really do love one another.
Ammo loves to snap at Trooper’s ankles – he’s determined this to be Trooper’s weakness and Trooper likes to body slam Ammo by flopping ontop of him. They really are entertaining – I could watch them for hours.
Ammo is turning one next week and we’re planning to throw him a first birthday party – complete with edible doggie cake. I will definitely share the photos from that adventure! And if you can’t get enough of Trooper and Ammo you can see all of the photos by clicking here.
Ammo
-KD
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A New Addition
Minnow at the Ludwigs Corner Horse Show
Recently I have been training a new addition to the Trick Ponies of Chincoteague. And although he’s not really a pony, he likes to think he is. Ammo, my 11 month old Dachshund, has officially begun his training to be part of the trick pony gang. Last week you saw that I taught Minnow and him to give eachother kisses. This trick was in preparation to have Ammo attend the Ludwigs Corner Horse Show with Minnow and I.
I even made Ammo a shirt that said “Trick Pony Side-Kick”. And a side-kick was just what he was.
Ammo at the Ludwigs Corner Horse Show
I kept having to push the time that Minnow was going to paint back because the organizers of the show wanted him to paint after a specific demonstration (which of course was running really late). So in order to please the crowd that was growing around my small coral I decided to have Minnow do a few tricks. Not his skit, just some fun tricks. So I brought Minnow out and had him up on his pedestal, shaking hands, kissing me, playing fetch. And then I remembered Ammo.
Ammo trotted into the arena and did some of his tricks. The crowd favorite is “Bang Bang” – where I pretend to shoot Ammo with a fake gun and he staggers to the ground and “dies”. It makes me laugh everytime, mostly because Ammo exaggerates it so much. I then had Minnow and Ammo kiss eachother, everyone loved this trick, as do I. Its quite adorable.
I’d love to come up with an act to showcase Ammo’s and Minnow’s tricks someday. I think they would be such a funny pair together. The hard part is that Chincoteague is not the most dog-friendly island. Most of the hotels don’t allow dogs, and you can’t take them into the fairgrounds and many of the parks. It seems to be the one place where horses take president over dogs!
-KD
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A Kiss for my Friend
Time to reveal Minnow’s newest trick – I know you are dying in anticipation! This is the first time I have worked with two animals on one trick. Currently I work each trick pony separately – Boomer and Blitz are too young to work in conjunction with Minnow because they don’t understand waiting their turn. Eventually I hope to have all 3 trick ponies performing at once, but we’re a long way from that goal. So you may be wondering who collaborated on the trick then? Well it was Ammo, the Dachshund.
Ammo and Minnow are great pals. I’ve never seen a horse – dog relationship quite like it. And as I plan to attend tomorrow’s horse show with both Minnow and Ammo I thought it was only fitting I teach them a trick together. They are cute aren’t they? I was clicking when Minnow reached up and touched Ammo (Minnow added the lip flare on his own) and then both animals got a reward. Minnow got grain and Ammo got a cheerio. Less than a minute before I filmed this is when I first asked Minnow to “Kiss the Dachshund” – as you can see he mastered this trick in mere seconds. My amazingly smart wonder pony (and the Dachshund too).
Tonight I’m planning to practice working this trick into Minnow’s beach act. I’m even making Ammo a t-shirt that he can wear for the performance. Sadly I bought him a baby onesie at goodwill (and it fits!) So now the plan is to figure out what to write on it. I’m thinking “I rode a Chincoteague Pony” or “BFF with a Pony” or “Trick Pony Side-kick” – suggestions are welcome!!
I hope everyone enjoys their labor-day weekend. I’m looking forward to mine! I’ll hopefully have lots of photos and videos from the performance to share on tuesday.
-KD
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Moving with Animals
As you know, my husband and I just moved into our first home together – along with a feisty little Dachshund who likes to join in on this blog with the Trick Ponies from time to time.
So after reading a question about how to move with a dog on a blog I follow, called Who’s your Dachshund, I thought this would make the perfect time to discuss how I made my move to a new home with Ammo seamless. This may not particularly be “trick pony” related, but I think that the tactics I used in moving my Dachshund can be applied to moving any animal, even your horse.
My husband and I have had Ammo since he was 8 weeks old – and he’s only known our apartment as home for the last 9 months. We’ve never owned a Dachshund before – always had labs, I’ve since learned labs are much more adaptable to change. Dachshunds it seems are extremely smart, yet stubborn and sensitive at the same time. So I knew to be weary of the move ahead of time, my biggest fear was that he would become “un-house trained”. Dachshunds are known to be one of the hardest breeds to house train, and after house training Ammo, I totally agree.
But, with Ammo though our move actually has been quite easy (surprisingly) and here’s why I think it went so well…
First off I’ve always been big on taking Ammo to lots of new places, so that he gets used to experiencing new things. Friend’s homes, the park, pet shop, anywhere dog friendly. So that helped him become more comfortable with changing surroundings. Ammo also comes to work with me everyday so he meets my customers on a regular basis.
Relegated behind the puppy gate while we remove carpeting
Second, I taught Ammo to ring a bell when he wants to be let outside. He learned that in order to do his business he had to ring a bell to be let out. So when we would visit friend’s homes I would put a bell on the door – so he learned that where you are might change, but the bell will always be there and your way outside.
Third, Ammo has a special basket that holds all of his toys. He knows that anything in that basket is his to do with what he wants. Towels for burrowing get put there, etc. So he knows that touching throw pillows is not ok, but shredding HIS blanket is fine.
So when it came time for the big move. The first thing we did was hang his bell on the door and show him. (familiarity #1) Then he got his basket of toys brought in (familiarity #2).
Ammo trying to get away with sleeping in our bed
He has yet to have an accident in the new home (I thought for sure he would since other dogs lived there before and I’m sure the carpets must smell like other dogs). And he hasn’t destroyed a thing (that wasn’t his). I’ve left him home several times now and I give him his treat ball, which keeps him occupied. I haven’t come home to any messes or heard him crying to date.
I was actually quite shocked with how well it went. I was so sure Ammo would have accidents on the floor, or cry a whole bunch. Not only did we move to a new place, but Ammo’s sofa that he sleeps on is packed away while we re-do our hardwood floors so there has been a change in where he sleeps. Not to mention the fact that my husband and I are sleeping on the floor while Ammo is locked behind a puppy gate in the kitchen that he can see us from. Both these scenarios are out of the norm for him, and I was certain he would cry all night wanting to be in the room with us. But my little 11 month old Dachshund surprised me, maybe he’s growing up afterall. 🙂
-KD
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The Bronco takes to the Open Land
The Dachshund and I are exhausted after a long day
So my weekend was filled with heavy lifting due to moving all of my personal belongings into my new house. Lets hope I never have to do that again. I can’t name a muscle that isn’t sore right now. And while we are officially moved into our first home – we’re still sleeping on a mattress on the floor and living out of boxes in the basement. Hopefully this is only temporary as we plan to finish our hardwood floors in the next 2 weeks. The dachshund is utterly thrilled that we are sleeping on his level. He has been using our mattress as a wrestling ring with my parent’s dog, Trooper.
And while things are finally starting to settle down in regards to home life – I was actually able to get my first ride in over a week on Boomerang. On Monday my plan was to go on a nice quiet trail ride with Boomer while my mom rode Blitz. Now Blitz has turned into an exception trail horse (we all fight over who gets to ride him). He goes the pace you want, doesn’t try to grab grass, and is relatively non-spooky. Thanks to clicker training him to “touch the goblins”. Boomer on the other hand isn’t the dream trail horse. At 6 years old I think he still has a lot of growing up and maturing to do, I’ve been told that Chincoteague Ponies actually mature later than most horses. I’m hoping this is the case for Boomer anyway.
I’ve never been big on trail riding – mostly because I love to “fine tune” my skills in the ring. My mom loves to – so I mostly go for her sake and for my horses mind. They can’t be expected to do ring work all of the time. So that being said – lately Boomer has been making me despise it even more. When trail riding him, I admit he tends to push my buttons – my normal calm level headed personality gets pushed to the breaking point a bit. Let me explain.
Boomer the bronco
Usually our trail rides start off with a bit of stop and go. Boomer puts on the breaks and refuses to move his feet. He doesn’t call back to the barn or act frantic about leaving home – he’s very calm about the whole thing. He just doesn’t want to do it. So we have a little battle – me asking him to go forward, him refusing (until we get the clicker dialogue going). Finally I get him moving and now he takes off in little spurts. He’ll be walking – then pow- we’re at a gallop and I can’t stop. He does a lot of tossing his head into my lap to evade the bitless bridle as I try to muscle him to a stop (mostly because my whoas and seat position have no effect on him when he’s like this). I finally get him settled and working on a pace I want. When he’s going along at a clam and relaxed walk I click and reward him. Now he starts trying to grab grass. He makes me feel like a little kid sometimes. My stubborn pony darts for grass while I try as hard as I can to pull his head up and keep him moving. And I’m telling you if he gets his head down – no amount of my muscle can get his head back up. I’m tempted to start using grass reins until I can nix this behavior. So now I’m riding with the reins braced in my hands – ready for the moment he tries to make a go for the grass again.
Don't let the innocent face fool you!
Once Boomer realizes his grass attempts are futile – then the bucking starts. Its usually only brought on when we start to move. And I don’t think they are angry bucks, I think they are yippee this is fun bucks. But either way a buck is a buck – and its unwelcome. Now Boomer doesn’t have an ordinary buck. Blitz has an ordinary buck, a little protest with the hop of his back feet – or a tiny jump for joy. No I wish Boomer had a buck like this. Instead I ride a bronco. Looking at him you would never guess that he could jump that high – even from a standstill. And the way he contorts his body – ow, it hurts me just thinking about it. I probably look like a rag doll bouncing around on his back. My mom’s jaw drops everytime she sees him do it.
Yesterday’s buck was exceptionally bad. Somehow Boomer managed to buck while we were crossing a big ditch. It was so powerful that he snapped my neck back (which cracked so loudly I think the neighbors could hear it). Needless to say I can barely turn my head today. I’m lucky he has NEVER (knock on wood) dumped me. I’m not really sure how or why he hasn’t – maybe its my long legs that can easily wrap around his sides. I think if he ever figured out he could dump me I’d be in really big trouble. Lets just hope that day never comes.
So by the end of this horrible trail ride I’m usually fuming (quietly to myself as I’m not one to show too much emotion). The trail rides are supposed to be relaxing and something enjoyable for both of us. Instead they end up being a battle of whits and skill. And I’m really not sure who is wining in the end – but I have a feeling its Boomer. Back at the barn I hose off and take care of my pony – making sure I mention to him that he is not getting rewarded for his bad behavior. After no treat he gets turned out to ponder why no jackpot at the end of the trail ride arrived. Or so I choose to believe….who knows if he understands why he’s not getting his special treat when we are done.
It seems to me as if the clicker and rewards are becoming no match for Boomer’s want for grass. I think all of the issues are revolving around him wanting to eat grass and being frustrated when I don’t allow him to. I’m thinking about trying to reward him with grass (from my pouch and not the ground). I’m not sure where to start with him and this trail riding business – but I do know that something needs to be done about it before I really lose my temper (something that rarely happens to me, especially when dealing with my animals). But we’re all human (or alive for that matter) and sometimes our emotions get the best of his. Boomer gets emotional about wanting grass – I get emotional when he wants that grass. Hopefully we can find a happy medium where neither one of us loses our temper.
-KD
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