Wallow Fire After I posted the item about "The Animals of the Wallow Fire," several people wondered where that name came from. So did I. A little research revealed that the fire started in the lush, pristine (well, it used to be) Bear Wallow Wilderness. The area, crisscrossed by the Bear Wallow Creek, is in the Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest, south of Hannagan Meadow. Before the fire, the area was a hiker's dream.
Shriekers I've never met a good trainer who had to yell at her dogs (usually repeatedly) to get them to obey. "Perhaps if I can overwhelm Fluffy with decibels . . . " (For instance: DOWN!!!!) What's most infuriating about shriekers is when one of them is in the ring next to yours.
And then there are those who train their dogs using a high falsetto voice. I can only imagine what the poor pooches think about being "shrilled" at.
The best-performing dogs I've seen have been trained by handlers who use calm, well-modulated voices. Show me a shrieker, I'll show you a bad trainer.
Airports Following my posts about training in PetSmart and The Home Depot, a follower commented that in my books I had mentioned training in airports. Indeed, both Honeybear and Bebop honed their attention skills in Sky Harbor International Airport here in Phoenix. There are lots of challenging areas in airports. The concourses offer ample space and plenty of distracting activity. My favorite, though, was the baggage claim area, especially at a time of day when many flights are arriving and the carousels are starting up. How you use these areas, of course, depends upon your dog's level of training.
Be sure to get permission before you go, and take with you the name(s) and title(s) of the permission-givers. After September 11, 2001, airport security tightened dramatically. At that point I covered myself with three layers of permission -- from the director of community relations, the director of operations and, most importantly, the director of security.
Alas, things have changed. The terminal where we practiced was directly across from the parking garage. That terminal has since closed and parking (for my high-profile vehicle) is a country mile from the other terminals. To make matters worse, a Skytrain is about to go into service at the airport. So we'd park, ride the train . . . oh, forget it!
Have you trained in a unique area? If so, please share in the comments section below.