I’ve never been quite so unprepared for teaching in my life. How does one teach a student who doesn’t understand the concept of language, much less English?
Clio is delightful. She’s funny, bouncy, clever and cute. She’s nipped my hands a couple of times, but I’m not sure whether in playfulness or anger. It’s weird. Is she passive-aggressive, playful, or just mad at me? I’ve never been this serious about a student-teacher relationship before, at least in part because we may be working with each other for the next twenty years.
What else? Today we worked on “heel” and sit. We walked down the driveway and to the end of the lane, stopping every three feet or so for a lesson in coming to a stop, or starting to walk. I also threw her yellow chew toy in an effort to get her to fetch for me. The walking lessons went well; the fetching lessons did not. I think she’s mad at me.
The Monks of New Skete say, in their book The Art of Raising a Puppy, that you should never force your puppy into the crate. I wish I had a block of uninterrupted time to devote to training her, when I could concentrate on tiring her out completely, so that she’d go to her crate as a welcome respite. So far, I think she’s more upset with me about the crate than anything else in our relationship, and I’m not sure how to get her to view her “den” as a positive thing.