Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Whistle while you work

One of my winter projects is to teach Tell his whistles. I have grand visions of us working at great distance from each other this summer so I want to be prepared! A few days into this project, I realize that really I need to teach ME my whistles. I'm well past "spitting all over my wind shield and dash board as I cruise down the highway desperately trying to make this piece of plastic do SOMETHING" stage. I can play basic tunes on it now so it's time to move on to "real work".
Instead of hit tunes on the stereo, I listen to "Gaining the Winning Edge With Whistles". Good thing I'm alone all day...
I've been practicing in the house and have been doing quite well I think. So, this afternoon Tell and I went out to the sheep so I could start teaching him. I started. I suck. If I was my dog I'd be correcting me. I might even thinking about moving me along.
I'm going to give myself another week of remedial training before subjecting the poor dog to it again.

My "instrument" of torture...

2 comments:

Lori-Ann said...

Tell's probably working out the math right now: "if I can only get my paws on the whistle, then I should be able to have her go to the fridge, get my second dinner now, bring it to me on the couch, go back to the fridge, get me my third dinner, bring it to me on the couch, go back to the fridge. . . "

Kara said...

Lisa be kind to yourself get a nice metal wistle, or get someone to buy you one as a gift ( like I did)

kara