Ike's default position when he didn't know what I wanted used to be the sit. He was not a thinking dog.
Very slowly I was able to convince him if he thought for himself he wouldn't be struck down by a tall scary man with a hat and an umbrella.
Last night Ike and I were playing with his target plates (yes, he has multiple target plates - he thinks they are great fun!) and I added his pink kitty and an empty margarine container. I decided I would up the ante and change the object I wanted him to target at random and he had to figure out which one I wanted him to pounce on through trial and error. It was SO much fun to see him run over and pounce, look at me, wag his stub, and pounce on another plate until he heard the "click" of success.
Ike enjoys this game so much, he grins the entire time and his little stub wags like mad. It makes me so happy to have a thinking dog, and I think Ike's life is much richer for it.
5 hours ago