I taught her that?

I just had a revelation this evening and it came after a 15 minute training session.  Tonight I told myself I had to stay home and do a little cleaning (and as I type this I can tell you that all I've done is pull some paper towels off of the roll to do some dusting, which I have yet to do) and because of that I would only be able to do some doodle type of training.  I'm not blessed with a hallway or garage where I can do anything that requires lots of movement or distance work, so when I train at home I doodle or work on set ups, fronts, finishes, mark, etc.  My room of choice is the kitchen because most of my treats are kept in or on top of the refrigerator.  I do venture in to the living room on occasion but the kitchen is where most of the action takes place.  So I did some things that we covered in the seminar this past weekend.  About ten minutes after I ended the training session I found Swing hanging out in the kitchen and I figured she needed to go out.  So I played doorman and out she went with Dodge right behind her.  After I let them in I was looking at email and realized that she wasn't at my feet or chewing on the the string of my wind breaker that is draped over my chair, so I went looking for her.  There she was, hanging out in the kitchen.  Suddenly it hit me, holy cow I've taught her that the the kitchen means training which in turn means treats!  No wonder she constantly disappears to that room of the house!  So guess where I'll be doing some of our training from now on?  In other rooms in the house of course.  Kind of like taking the show on the road (but never leaving home).  Wow, who would have thought.

Swing, Sept. 2011