
The mark of a good dog trainer, John... patience and willing friends to supply dogs for him to practice on! lol
This is a thread which flatcoat owners could go on and on and on about. These dogs have a sense of humour, so if you don't then don't have one is the answer, Mine have shown me up so often, if I had a pound for each occasion I'd be retired and living in luxury!
One one occasion, I was attending a country fair, stood by the roped off main ring, with a young bitch I was training, and an older trained bitch, all was well. That is until the labrador in the demonstration couldn't find the retrieve.......
The young bitch, Sassy was watching the arena, the old bitch, Peggy, was watching a picnic. Well the young bitch suddenly jumped the arena rope, and the old bitch saw her opportunity. Being pulled in two directions at once there was nothing I could do. I had to retrieve one from the arena and return the dummy, and then buy lunch for the people whose picnic had disappeared so fast down the older bitches throat......
Another time I had Lucinda at a fun working event, at each of the tests she was absolutely "paw perfect", each judge said "That was excellent, would she do it again for you?" Well I knew she would so we did each test two or three times and as we did so, the judges were saying to the ever growing crowd of spectators, "That is text book, this is the level of obedience and good working ability we all should be striving for".
OK so we felt smug, and I certainly should have known...... As the old saying goes, "pride comes before a fall" and was so proud of Madam behaving so beautifully. She had made all the retrieves look so easy, even the unseen across a river. We got through four tests, then with two to go disaster! It was a double retrieve, I'd saved her two favourites for the last. So as an advanced retriever, we had to collect the retrieve selected by the judge. We had one about 150 yards to the left and an easy one about 20 yards to the right. The judge selected the easy one to be retrieved first.
I sent her out, about 5 yards from the bushes where the dummy was hidden, she slammed on the anchors, and stopped dead still. Not knowing what was going on, I encouraged her to move forward, she didn't instead she put her head down and started grazing! So I called her back and again sent her. The same thing happened again.
Totally puzzled by this, I said to the judge, "Excuse me while I just go have have a few words with my dog". So I went out asked her what she was up to, brought her back, and sent her again. This time she went to the bushes, and found the dummy within seconds, but she was now in a sulk!
So she had the dummy in her mouth, only I thankgoodness could see her from my vantage point, she sat there watching me totally ignoring my calls to return, for a good few minutes, just when I was getting fed up of waiting, she sauntered out of the cover, walked oh so slowly, back, walked past me went to the judge, he wouldn't take the dummy, so she tried to take it to the stewards, they wouldn't take it so she offered it around the audience who were in fits of laughter by now. None of them would take it so she walked up to me and literally spit it out of her mouth at my feet, turned on her heels and sauntered off out of the arena!
And you still want a flatcoat?
I could tell you heaps more stories about these little "angels" but you'd be worried about what they can do given the chance. All of mine are black, I have never had a liver one, although the sire of Arthur my new one was a liver dog. Oh and by the way John how are your jumping abilities these days ? :-)