Originally posted by Toad
Was having a discussion on "positive only" training with a clicker advocate.
The guy is very nice and very smart. I asked him if any Labs had titled at any level using positive only and/or/with clicker and he said, to his knowledge, no. He also said that folks were trying.
I find that sort of interesting as Junior Hunter is not a very difficult test for a well-bred Lab.
I do intend to look into clicker, but my sked is just way overfull.
Toad, I once had a Lab that was the best in-field dog I've ever seen. And, I never had to punish her physically in order to bring her to that state of training. I used demonstration and praise for compliance/scorn for disobediance as my training SOP (admittedly with considerable patience).
But what took her from 90% obedient to 100% was a life lesson supplied by nature
I used to enjoy going out at night with a couple of friends and our dogs to hunt varmints - jackrabbits and coyotes mainly. We used spotlights, .22 rifles for short to intermediate range, 5.5-6mm rifles for longer ranges. We set the dogs on anything wounded but not killed (usually difficult running/bounding targets) and sometimes allowed the dogs to engage in pursuit without shooting first. They loved every opportunity, of course, but we as a team (man/dog) were always happiest with the instances where they brought quarry to bay for a close range coup de grace kill.
Anyway, Sheba as I said was pretty damned good, but did have a tendency to allow excitement to overcome her enough that she'd ignore a command to disengage and return to truck.
Then, one night, Scott (my hunting buddy) shouted "STOP" as I was driving. I did, and he told the dogs "GET 'EM". They went
Then I saw that the prey was a skunk.
After telling Scott what a dumbprettythang he was, I immediately endeavored to call the dogs off. Scott's dog ignored me completely. Sheba turned her head, looked at me, looked at Scott's dog still running, and decided "Fuggit, Daddy, I'm on a Mission From God". She followed in close pursuit.
Luckily she didn't close Scott's dog, so it took the brunt of the headon shot the skunk delivered. The odor immediately made Sheba reconsider the fact that perhaps Daddy had a point, and that returning to the truck was the WTG. She did.
I heaped scorn on her, refused to allow her to mount the truck, and made her follow me home (not a cruel thing, our regular thrice weekly exercise session was a five-mile run by her following me on my motorcycle for @ 15-20 mph, she was a born running fool).
Once home, I chained her under shelter, away from the house (she lived inside with me) and left her with food, water, and no attention for 2 days.
When I finally went to her, bathed her with tomato juice, and allowed her back in the house, she was visibly relieved.
And she never ever failed to instantly obey a command for the rest of her life
culero (those were the days, and her pups were as good)