I'm going to be a real stick in the mud and say I don't like it. The dog is cleary distressed. The eyes, the ears folded back, the licking and the panting are all poor signs.
Well, you can make them sit, or lie down.....now me personally, I like to do both, but I don't like to be told when to??
But you have a point....some dogs like routine like that.
I had a weimaraner I used to do a similar thing with, and Kwacky I can tell you they do concentrate and she loved doing it. I used liver treats, she'd lie on her back and I'd put one on each front paw and one on her nose. In the end she could get all three without them dropping. When she saw the liver treats coming out of the cupboard she'd race to the lounge and already be on her back before i got there. The licking in my experience is from anticipation.
Pity I can't train the missus to get on her back like that
Happiness is not a destination. It is a way of life.
I had a Lab which I trained to balance his treat on his nose and eat it on the third command. I'd ask whichever girl I had over to come up with a random word 'command'. (Bangladesh, for example). While I held the treat I'd tell Cooper, "only eat this when I tell you 'Bangladesh'". Once I'd balance it on his nose I'd say "New Delhi!", then maybe "Melbourne!", then of course "Bangladesh!", which being the third command he'd snap it out of the air, and she'd think we were brilliant.
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Mac wrote:I had a Lab which I trained to balance his treat on his nose and eat it on the third command. I'd ask whichever girl I had over to come up with a random word 'command'. (Bangladesh, for example). While I held the treat I'd tell Cooper, "only eat this when I tell you 'Bangladesh'". Once I'd balance it on his nose I'd say "New Delhi!", then maybe "Melbourne!", then of course "Bangladesh!", which being the third command he'd snap it out of the air, and she'd think we were brilliant.
I like your work Mac!
There is a lot of benefit to having a dog trained to only eating on command, asides from from getting panties off foolish crumpet
Happiness is not a destination. It is a way of life.