Vagueness and the Aftermath - A sporadic diary

[Dingdell]

This morning I was playing two tables of $2/4 cash when my eldest daughter Muzelley arrived, along with several grandkids and a big roll of that artificial grass-carpet stuff. She asked me to help drape it over the fence so that she could hose it down.

I asked my youngest daughter Bridie to just watch my cards while I was outside helping her sister, and to call me if I got any big pairs.

When I came back inside I noticed that there was about $120 more in my stack than there was when I left and I asked her where it came from.


"Oh" she replied, "I was on the big blind with Q6os and flopped two pair, so I checked it and someone bet out. The turn was a blank so I checked again, he bet, and I came over the top for his last 60 bucks. he has top pair and gets no help on the river, SHIPPP!!!"

"Er yes...right....thanks....."

Is this the one who lives in a house? So - not only does she live in a house she has artificial grass......are you sure she's one of yours??? The only sure thing that says she's yours is that she brings her washing home   

[RED-DOG]

This morning I was playing two tables of $2/4 cash when my eldest daughter Muzelley arrived, along with several grandkids and a big roll of that artificial grass-carpet stuff. She asked me to help drape it over the fence so that she could hose it down.

I asked my youngest daughter Bridie to just watch my cards while I was outside helping her sister, and to call me if I got any big pairs.

When I came back inside I noticed that there was about $120 more in my stack than there was when I left and I asked her where it came from.


"Oh" she replied, "I was on the big blind with Q6os and flopped two pair, so I checked it and someone bet out. The turn was a blank so I checked again, he bet, and I came over the top for his last 60 bucks. he has top pair and gets no help on the river, SHIPPP!!!"

"Er yes...right....thanks....."

Is this the one who lives in a house? So - not only does she live in a house she has artificial grass......are you sure she's one of yours??? The only sure thing that says she's yours is that she brings her washing home   

No Trace, this one lives in a caravan. She is definately one of mine, she found the artificial grass covered in mud and dumped in a lay-by, so she dragged it home.

[Dingdell]

This morning I was playing two tables of $2/4 cash when my eldest daughter Muzelley arrived, along with several grandkids and a big roll of that artificial grass-carpet stuff. She asked me to help drape it over the fence so that she could hose it down.

I asked my youngest daughter Bridie to just watch my cards while I was outside helping her sister, and to call me if I got any big pairs.

When I came back inside I noticed that there was about $120 more in my stack than there was when I left and I asked her where it came from.


"Oh" she replied, "I was on the big blind with Q6os and flopped two pair, so I checked it and someone bet out. The turn was a blank so I checked again, he bet, and I came over the top for his last 60 bucks. he has top pair and gets no help on the river, SHIPPP!!!"

"Er yes...right....thanks....."

Is this the one who lives in a house? So - not only does she live in a house she has artificial grass......are you sure she's one of yours??? The only sure thing that says she's yours is that she brings her washing home   

No Trace, this one lives in a caravan. She is definately one of mine, she found the artificial grass covered in mud and dumped in a lay-by, so she dragged it home.

Phew!

[tikay]

Red, hoping for some advice here if the Lurgy's not laid you low.

THe folk's new pup Kerry has been a wild wee thing, but fairly obedient, learning not to go in the front room very quickly, not going out of the gate if out on her own in the garden etc, but the last week she's discovered rabbits & seems to have gained the confidence to go streaking off into the distance to look for them, not caring if we're shouting for her to come back.

This isn't being helped by my Dad's bad leg which is reducing his mobility so the wee terror knows she can outmanouvre him.

Any advice as it's got the folks pulling their hair out.

Getting a dog to come to you when you call it, every time, (not just 19 times out of 20) but EVERY SINGLE TIME, is one of the most important, and yet one of the easiest things to teach. It's also the thing that most people make a hash of.

Once you have made a hash of it, it ceases to be one of the easiest things to teach, and becomes one of the most difficult.

Let me try to explain why this particular command causes so much trouble.

Virtually any other command you give is enforceable. Tell her to sit. If she ignores you, you can push her bottom to the ground. Tell her to stay out of the front room. If she ignores you, you can throw her out.

You can't force her to come back to you when she's running free, you can only ask her.

The solution is simple, but you have to be 100% consistant.

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME.

It's pointless to call her when she's chasing rabbits and you know she won't come. Think about it. All you are teaching her is to disobey you. You are demonstrating to her that she can get away with it. After a very short time indeed, she won't even hear you. She really won't. It's called "Deffing out" She's having a whale of a time folowing the instincts that have been bred into her for thousands of years, why on earth should she stop?

You have taught her that she doesn't have to come. Every time you call her and he doesn't come, you are re enforcing that lesson.

Even if you give her a jolly good hiding when you do get hold of her, in her mind she's being punished not for running away, but for COMING BACK!

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME!

OK, lets look at the other side of the coin. Instead of calling her when she doesn't want to come, call her when she does.

If you have any dog sense at all, you will know the times when she will come to you. Dinner time, play time, just come home from the shop time, whatever. it doesn't matter, as long as you know she will come.

Let her see you preparing her dinner, but have someone hold her until you call her name. Then have someone hold her while you hide around a corner and make her dinner, but make sure she can hear or smell you doing it. Call her name and let them release her, she will be there like a shot.

Basically what you're looking for here is a conditioned response. She hears her name called, she comes. She doesn't think. She doesn't need to. IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOOD!

Once you have that 100% "Comes first time every time" response, it will be there for ever. Your dog will come when called, even if it knows that you want it for something unpleasant. BUT YOU HAVE TO GET THERE FIRST.

One last point regarding your particular situation. If you do let her run free to chase rabbits, resign yourself to the fact that you will probably never be able to call her back while she is doing that. The hunting instinct is too strong, and the spark in her has already become a flame.

The only solution to that would be to put her off chasing rabbits for ever. I've done that a couple of times, but that's another story.
 

WOW - what a Post!

What was that Bossy Woman's name, her that used to have a TV Programme training dogs - "heel" & all that stuff? She used to tell off the owners a lot?

[Ginger]

Barbara Woodhouse?

[tikay]

Barbara Woodhouse?

That's him.

[RED-DOG]

Red, hoping for some advice here if the Lurgy's not laid you low.

THe folk's new pup Kerry has been a wild wee thing, but fairly obedient, learning not to go in the front room very quickly, not going out of the gate if out on her own in the garden etc, but the last week she's discovered rabbits & seems to have gained the confidence to go streaking off into the distance to look for them, not caring if we're shouting for her to come back.

This isn't being helped by my Dad's bad leg which is reducing his mobility so the wee terror knows she can outmanouvre him.

Any advice as it's got the folks pulling their hair out.

Getting a dog to come to you when you call it, every time, (not just 19 times out of 20) but EVERY SINGLE TIME, is one of the most important, and yet one of the easiest things to teach. It's also the thing that most people make a hash of.

Once you have made a hash of it, it ceases to be one of the easiest things to teach, and becomes one of the most difficult.

Let me try to explain why this particular command causes so much trouble.

Virtually any other command you give is enforceable. Tell her to sit. If she ignores you, you can push her bottom to the ground. Tell her to stay out of the front room. If she ignores you, you can throw her out.

You can't force her to come back to you when she's running free, you can only ask her.

The solution is simple, but you have to be 100% consistant.

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME.

It's pointless to call her when she's chasing rabbits and you know she won't come. Think about it. All you are teaching her is to disobey you. You are demonstrating to her that she can get away with it. After a very short time indeed, she won't even hear you. She really won't. It's called "Deffing out" She's having a whale of a time folowing the instincts that have been bred into her for thousands of years, why on earth should she stop?

You have taught her that she doesn't have to come. Every time you call her and he doesn't come, you are re enforcing that lesson.

Even if you give her a jolly good hiding when you do get hold of her, in her mind she's being punished not for running away, but for COMING BACK!

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME!

OK, lets look at the other side of the coin. Instead of calling her when she doesn't want to come, call her when she does.

If you have any dog sense at all, you will know the times when she will come to you. Dinner time, play time, just come home from the shop time, whatever. it doesn't matter, as long as you know she will come.

Let her see you preparing her dinner, but have someone hold her until you call her name. Then have someone hold her while you hide around a corner and make her dinner, but make sure she can hear or smell you doing it. Call her name and let them release her, she will be there like a shot.

Basically what you're looking for here is a conditioned response. She hears her name called, she comes. She doesn't think. She doesn't need to. IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOOD!

Once you have that 100% "Comes first time every time" response, it will be there for ever. Your dog will come when called, even if it knows that you want it for something unpleasant. BUT YOU HAVE TO GET THERE FIRST.

One last point regarding your particular situation. If you do let her run free to chase rabbits, resign yourself to the fact that you will probably never be able to call her back while she is doing that. The hunting instinct is too strong, and the spark in her has already become a flame.

The only solution to that would be to put her off chasing rabbits for ever. I've done that a couple of times, but that's another story.
 

WOW - what a Post!

What was that Bossy Woman's name, her that used to have a TV Programme training dogs - "heel" & all that stuff? She used to tell off the owners a lot?

Ooooh!! I know. I didn't mean it to come off all finger-waggy, I just got a bit carried away.

[tikay]

Red, hoping for some advice here if the Lurgy's not laid you low.

THe folk's new pup Kerry has been a wild wee thing, but fairly obedient, learning not to go in the front room very quickly, not going out of the gate if out on her own in the garden etc, but the last week she's discovered rabbits & seems to have gained the confidence to go streaking off into the distance to look for them, not caring if we're shouting for her to come back.

This isn't being helped by my Dad's bad leg which is reducing his mobility so the wee terror knows she can outmanouvre him.

Any advice as it's got the folks pulling their hair out.

Getting a dog to come to you when you call it, every time, (not just 19 times out of 20) but EVERY SINGLE TIME, is one of the most important, and yet one of the easiest things to teach. It's also the thing that most people make a hash of.

Once you have made a hash of it, it ceases to be one of the easiest things to teach, and becomes one of the most difficult.

Let me try to explain why this particular command causes so much trouble.

Virtually any other command you give is enforceable. Tell her to sit. If she ignores you, you can push her bottom to the ground. Tell her to stay out of the front room. If she ignores you, you can throw her out.

You can't force her to come back to you when she's running free, you can only ask her.

The solution is simple, but you have to be 100% consistant.

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME.

It's pointless to call her when she's chasing rabbits and you know she won't come. Think about it. All you are teaching her is to disobey you. You are demonstrating to her that she can get away with it. After a very short time indeed, she won't even hear you. She really won't. It's called "Deffing out" She's having a whale of a time folowing the instincts that have been bred into her for thousands of years, why on earth should she stop?

You have taught her that she doesn't have to come. Every time you call her and he doesn't come, you are re enforcing that lesson.

Even if you give her a jolly good hiding when you do get hold of her, in her mind she's being punished not for running away, but for COMING BACK!

NEVER CALL HER UNLESS YOU KNOW FOR CERTAIN THAT SHE WILL COME!

OK, lets look at the other side of the coin. Instead of calling her when she doesn't want to come, call her when she does.

If you have any dog sense at all, you will know the times when she will come to you. Dinner time, play time, just come home from the shop time, whatever. it doesn't matter, as long as you know she will come.

Let her see you preparing her dinner, but have someone hold her until you call her name. Then have someone hold her while you hide around a corner and make her dinner, but make sure she can hear or smell you doing it. Call her name and let them release her, she will be there like a shot.

Basically what you're looking for here is a conditioned response. She hears her name called, she comes. She doesn't think. She doesn't need to. IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOOD!

Once you have that 100% "Comes first time every time" response, it will be there for ever. Your dog will come when called, even if it knows that you want it for something unpleasant. BUT YOU HAVE TO GET THERE FIRST.

One last point regarding your particular situation. If you do let her run free to chase rabbits, resign yourself to the fact that you will probably never be able to call her back while she is doing that. The hunting instinct is too strong, and the spark in her has already become a flame.

The only solution to that would be to put her off chasing rabbits for ever. I've done that a couple of times, but that's another story.
 

WOW - what a Post!

What was that Bossy Woman's name, her that used to have a TV Programme training dogs - "heel" & all that stuff? She used to tell off the owners a lot?

Ooooh!! I know. I didn't mean it to come off all finger-waggy, I just got a bit carried away.

No, I was not being ironic Tom, it's wicked, but there was a thought-connection!

[RED-DOG]

I prefer to see it this way - again, think metaphorically. I address the matter PRIVATELY, one to one, me & them, alone. We are still head to head though, so my first task is to face the same way as they are facing. That's their way. "....Yes yes yes, of course you are right, I understand, I do, oh yes, quite right......." Now I put my arm round them, all cooey-wooey, & we gently, ever so gently, turn to face the other direction. My direction......


Almost 24 hours later, I still can't stop laughing at this paragraph from a piece that Tony wrote on the Luton competitions thread in reply to Xpressman's "Plasma screen" post.

I can see it now. Tony and his victim are standing on the brow of a hill, looking out across a beautiful, peaceful landscape. Broad leafy lanes meander through gently rolling hills, birds sing, flowers wave in the sunshine. The victim is beside himself with rage, he gnashes his teeth and pounds his fist into his open palm while screaming his woes to the world at large.

He works so hard, he does his best, but no one cares, no one understands his problems, they all just want to stab him in the back at the first opportunity.

Why should he go on sacrificing himself for the benefit of these uncaring unworthy turncoats?

Why should he?

Well no more!! He was finished with the lot of them. From now on he was going to look out for number one. "See that Tony?" he asks, gesturing toward the scene before them, "That's where I'm going, I'm following the path of least resistance"

The ranting continues a while longer until suddenly, like a spent firework, his energy is gone. He is left sobbing and shaking. Prevented from falling only by Tony's arm around his shoulder and the soft voice in his ear.


The once comforting arm on his shoulder begins to exert a little pressure. Almost unnoticed at first, it pulls him slowly away from his vision of peace and tranquility. He tries to resist, but he is all used up. A mere shell of the fire spitting dragon of a few minutes ago.

All the time, the soft voice drones it's soft hypnotic mantra into his ear, quelling any last lingering thoughts of escape.

Before he knows it, they are facing an entirely different landscape. This one has huge mountains and sulphuric swamps.  The steep rocky path, made dark and narrow by the vicious barb and thorn of the brambles, is littered with pot holes.

His shoulders droop, his head bows low, and with a sigh so heavy it could serve as his death rattle, he steps forward.

[boldie]

I prefer to see it this way - again, think metaphorically. I address the matter PRIVATELY, one to one, me & them, alone. We are still head to head though, so my first task is to face the same way as they are facing. That's their way. "....Yes yes yes, of course you are right, I understand, I do, oh yes, quite right......." Now I put my arm round them, all cooey-wooey, & we gently, ever so gently, turn to face the other direction. My direction......


Almost 24 hours later, I still can't stop laughing at this paragraph from a piece that Tony wrote on the Luton competitions thread in reply to Xpressman's "Plasma screen" post.

I can see it now. Tony and his victim are standing on the brow of a hill, looking out across a beautiful, peaceful landscape. Broad leafy lanes meander through gently rolling hills, birds sing, flowers wave in the sunshine. The victim is beside himself with rage, he gnashes his teeth and pounds his fist into his open palm while screaming his woes to the world at large.

He works so hard, he does his best, but no one cares, no one understands his problems, they all just want to stab him in the back at the first opportunity.

Why should he go on sacrificing himself for the benefit of these uncaring unworthy turncoats?

Why should he?

Well no more!! He was finished with the lot of them. From now on he was going to look out for number one. "See that Tony?" he asks, gesturing toward the scene before them, "That's where I'm going, I'm following the path of least resistance"

The ranting continues a while longer until suddenly, like a spent firework, his energy is gone. He is left sobbing and shaking. Prevented from falling only by Tony's arm around his shoulder and the soft voice in his ear.


The once comforting arm on his shoulder begins to exert a little pressure. Almost unnoticed at first, it pulls him slowly away from his vision of peace and tranquility. He tries to resist, but he is all used up. A mere shell of the fire spitting dragon of a few minutes ago.

All the time, the soft voice drones it's soft hypnotic mantra into his ear, quelling any last lingering thoughts of escape.

Before he knows it, they are facing an entirely different landscape. This one has huge mountains and sulphuric swamps.  The steep rocky path, made dark and narrow by the vicious barb and thorn of the brambles, is littered with pot holes.

His shoulders droop, his head bows low, and with a sigh so heavy it could serve as his death rattle, he steps forward.

lmao...WOW...a very dark and disturbing side of you coming out there Mr Red.

[RED-DOG]

Mrs Red is off to London galavanting again. It's supposed to be a cultural awareness seminar but when she was on the trumpet to her cronies earlier today all I could her was squealing and sniggering. Hmmmm!

Anyway, she talked me in to dropping her off at Hinckley station. We got there a little early, and not wanting to leave her alone on the platform, I sat and waited with her until her train arrived.

While we were waiting, I noticed this unusual tree. It was shaped a bit like a sycamore and it had a smooth grey bark. Hanging from it's branches were thousands of golf ball sized "Fruits" or "Nuts" Call them what you will. These were attached by a 4-6in length of organic "string" The tree looked exactly as if it had been decorated for Christmas.

They are probably quite common, but I can't remember ever seeing one before. Does anyone know what it is?

[RED-DOG]

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[tikay]

Mrs Red is off to London galavanting again. It's supposed to be a cultural awareness seminar but when she was on the trumpet to her cronies earlier today all I could her was squealing and sniggering. Hmmmm!

Anyway, she talked me in to dropping her off at Hinckley station. We got there a little early, and not wanting to leave her alone on the platform, I sat and waited with her until her train arrived.

While we were waiting, I noticed this unusual tree. It was shaped a bit like a sycamore and it had a smooth grey bark. Hanging from it's branches were thousands of golf ball sized "Fruits" or "Nuts" Call them what you will. These were attached by a 4-6in length of organic "string" The tree looked exactly as if it had been decorated for Christmas.

They are probably quite common, but I can't remember ever seeing one before. Does anyone know what it is?

I'm not entirely sure Tom, but I think it's a tree.

[Karabiner]

They look like Chinese Gooseberries to me.

[RED-DOG]

Mrs Red is off to London galavanting again. It's supposed to be a cultural awareness seminar but when she was on the trumpet to her cronies earlier today all I could her was squealing and sniggering. Hmmmm!

Anyway, she talked me in to dropping her off at Hinckley station. We got there a little early, and not wanting to leave her alone on the platform, I sat and waited with her until her train arrived.

While we were waiting, I noticed this unusual tree. It was shaped a bit like a sycamore and it had a smooth grey bark. Hanging from it's branches were thousands of golf ball sized "Fruits" or "Nuts" Call them what you will. These were attached by a 4-6in length of organic "string" The tree looked exactly as if it had been decorated for Christmas.

They are probably quite common, but I can't remember ever seeing one before. Does anyone know what it is?

I'm not entirely sure Tom, but I think it's a tree.

Flippancy doesn't become you. Stick to cooey wooey.