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Training Rusty
Tyler practiced training his master
Rusty was pretty dumb, from a dog's point of view, so Tyler was patient. Tyler knew how to sit, stay, come --and all that nonsense. He just couldn't figure out why Rusty kept telling him to do that stuff.
Tyler waited impatiently as Rusty had coffee, read email, took a shower...
Tyler had to wait and wait every morning.
Sometimes he licked Rusty's bare toes to get him to move into the shower.
Then Tyler put on his harness, leash, while watching Rusty fuddle about getting water, his MP3 player, sunglasses. It required the tolerance of a saint to wait for his master to get on the scooter and just go!
Rusty stopped to take a photo

Even Tyler admitted it was very pretty with the leaves changing color, the sky dark & moody before a rain storm. So he forgave Rusty the photo op.
Soon enough Rusty stopped to make Tyler do more stupid training stuff. "Come, Tyler" he'd say in his most cheerful voice.

Tyler humored him by running like a great grinning idiot.
The trainer, Donna, wanted them to practice with distractions. To Rusty that meant in the middle of a street dodging cars.

Tyler thought it was fun.
When Tyler got bored Rusty let him play Police Dog.

Tyler liked to bust gophers.
Tyler was becoming a teenager. He weighed 82 pounds at 8 months of age.
Tyler trots 5 miles to the Oakdale Feed Store
First he took a poop right past the dairy farm. After smelling all that cow poop Tyler had to add some of his own.
Soon enough Rusty was back to training.



They practiced with distractions such as freight trains roaring past them.
Tyler broke out of the "Sit." "Clang-clang-clang!" warning the crossing gates. "ARF! Train!" warned Tyler.

The crossing gate flashed and began to close! Rusty put on the lens cap and moved the scooter.

They stayed inside the closing gates —there was not a car in sight. As the giant Southern Pacific Diesel raced at them Rusty waved like a child.

The engineer in the front of the engine looked through his windscreen in horror at the boy and his dog. Rusty noticed the man's mouth drop open —he realized the train operator thought Tyler would bolt forward dragging Rusty & the scooter into the path of the train.

Instead Rusty slapped Tyler's shoulder saying "With me! Good with me!" as he fed his shepherd a hot dog chunk reward.

The train screamed past just 15 feet from their scooter.

Rusty & Tyler did a 180 degree turn to drive away past a gauntlet of steers immediately past the railroad crossing. As they traveled by steers chased them on both sides of the narrow road.

A half mile later they stopped to hug & kiss each other. "Good boy! Tyler you were a good dog!" and the young GSD beamed with pride as he licked Rusty's face.
Why Tyler's trainer, Donna Soderstrom, is the best dog trainer
• Because she provides lots of structure —with excellent written material.
• She is kind & gentle. Donna taught the "Reward based approach" to dog training.

Here is an illustration
One day an elderly man saw Tyler trotting down a back road with Rusty & the scooter. 20 minutes later they met up in the produce section of Main Street Market. George Field, the retired almond farmer, pulled out his wallet to hand $20 to Rusty -- "Buy something nice for the dog."

Tyler insisted they go immediately to Petfart to spend the $20 windfall. While choosing a bone from the vast display of bones there was dog training underway nearby. "STOP! STOP! NO!" was shouted from the training area. Rusty saw a red clad female stomping about with black leather knee boots & spike heals. She was the trainer. Her fierce boots clicked and snapped.

"Nazi" flashed through his human brain while Tyler eagerly sniffed the bone section. "SIT! SSSSSIIIIITTTT!!" she commanded in a stern, loud tone. Rusty cringed.

Tyler looked up at Rusty as Rusty looked back at him. "Hear that Tyler? Aren't you glad we go to class with Donna Soderstrom and not that Nazi b#$%@" Tyler nodded, then nudged to indicate his choice of the largest bone on the rack.

"That is way too big for you!" Rusty declared as he selected the next smaller size bone Tyler could actually carry in his mouth. The rest of the money went to having his toe nails trimmed.

The end.
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