Sheepie Anchor
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| Oliver does the exact same thing! When there is something he wants to sniff (poo, litter, SOMEONE), and I don't want him to, he'll just plop himself down, and wait until I either give him, or get a treat out.
Gotta love their determination!  |
| Yes, I've seen it. In a fashion.
At the end of agility class a couple of weeks ago I decided to slip a fleece jacket on Sybil before we left. She stood so nicely as I put the jacket on...I should have known right then I was in trouble. When I finished putting it on, I straightened back up and said to my obedience/agility dog-in-training with great confidence: "Let's go!" Nada. Several more attempts. She planted herself and refused to move. Instructor finally had to push her butt, inch by inch, towards and out the door before she relented, all the while instructor - who owns and breeds a "slightly" more accommodating herding breed - is laughing and commenting on the fact that she's never seen an Old English Mule before. Stick around, I wanted to tell her. I'm sure I can show you more of them 
Kristine & Sybil OEM ("I'm a DOG! I don't wear clothes!!!") |
Sybil is like Izzie in regards to clothing. She has a jacket that we like to put on when it is really cold or raining. Most of the time we put it on and she just refuses to go out. At least for a walk.....playtime is usually a different story  |
| I grew up with a sheepdog and he did this ALL the time. We used to go for walks later in the evening, and Freddie would get tired and just plop down. It usually ended up that my dad would have to go get the car and pick him up. Spoiled, spoiled dog. |
| Our beardie growing up would do this. My mom would say to take the dog for a walk. It'd start out fine and then the dog would decide she's done. Just sit down right there. I would bring Beardie Biscuits to try and lure her home. Sometimes worked, most often my parents would notice I hadn't returned and would find me half a block from home sitting on the curb mad at the dumb dog! |
| my gilr daytona now 13 hated walks she broke 2 leashes i finally gave up and let her stay in the back yard.. she was too scared of everything the noises come to find out she had a hole in her eardrum.. boy did if feel guilty dragging her around |
| HAHAHA Zak does the same thing- He lays down on some random patch of grass and cannot be budged. I can pull and pull but no luck. Finally I have to slip my foot under him and pry him up like a burnt hamburger patty. |
Ha! I've tried that method too and it sometimes works for me. Although, lately, I've had to try the old nudge and push method. It must look rather comical when you see me trying to push her from behind (while at the same time begging and pleading to move).  |
| Haven't tried the hamburger patty method yet, might have to. |
cinemarco wrote: Finally I have to slip my foot under him and pry him up like a burnt hamburger patty.
I almost busted a gut reading this!!! Every night we let Tucker cuddle on the bed while we're reading/chatting before we go to sleep. When it's time to turn out the light, we say, "Tucker off!". 50% of the time he promptly gets up and off the bed and onto his own bed on the floor. The other 50% of the time, however, we have to do the BHPM (Burnt Hamburger Patty Manoever), I just never thought of if that way before! Now every time I do this I'll be thinking of you! |
| Yes, I too have an Old English Sheep Mule. If we’re outside I too use the burn hamburger patty maneuver. He is still little so it works most of the time.
If we’re inside, sometimes I roll him over onto his back or side and either push or pull him where he needs to go; do same thing with the Bassett Hound. The only down side is sometimes they like the ‘mop dog’ game and will get up and run back and lay down again in the same spot they started, ready for another ride. |
Quote: Every night we let Tucker cuddle on the bed while we're reading/chatting before we go to sleep.
We do the exact same thing! How old is Tucker though? Oliver used to get down right away too, but now, he is deciding that he had rather sleep with Mommy, so he is much more reluctant to jump down. Hubby has to literally pick him up and put him on HIS bed. Even then, Oliver usually runs around to my side of bed, and gives me his best "BUT MOMMY" look. It's to die for. |
jcc9797 wrote: Quote: Every night we let Tucker cuddle on the bed while we're reading/chatting before we go to sleep. We do the exact same thing! How old is Tucker though? Oliver used to get down right away too, but now, he is deciding that he had rather sleep with Mommy, so he is much more reluctant to jump down. Hubby has to literally pick him up and put him on HIS bed. Even then, Oliver usually runs around to my side of bed, and gives me his best "BUT MOMMY" look. It's to die for. Tucker is almost 11 months old. He's so strang - some times he'll jump down before we ask, sometimes he'll do it right after we ask, and then other times we have to burnt patty him! |
 Haven't experienced this with my three but sure made me smile reading these post!
Marianne |
| I haven't either.... funny.
Even with many bassets over the years (who apparently are notorious for this), I have yet to have it happen. Mine usually fight over (well, not literally!) who gets to go with me, so maybe a bit of competition is a good thing. |
| actually a funny thing I remember- once when I was away and my brother was watching the dogs- zak pulled his famous, I want to lay here and you're not stopping me move- and my brother called me in a panic- thinking zak had a stroke and was dying- haha I said NO he is fine- just stubborn..... (and then I explained the now infamous how to get him up move) and with that all was fine.
The worst part for me as that zak always picks the most inconvenient times and places to decide to lounge- like smack dab in the center of the neighbors lawn who hates dogs- just as they are pulling in to the driveway...ugh |
cinemarco wrote: The worst part for me as that zak always picks the most inconvenient times and places to decide to lounge- like smack dab in the center of the neighbors lawn who hates dogs- just as they are pulling in to the driveway...ugh
Maybe he is distantly (very) related to one of my aunt's rescue beagles. I once when visiting foolishly offered to take Chuck (Charles, more formally) on a walk in the wooded sub-division they lived in. In all fairness, I WAS warned. His trick was that if you wanted to go a different way than he wanted to go, say you wanted to walk on the road and he had picked up a scent he wanted to follow into the woods, he'd lay down and that's all she wrote. We made it 3/4 through our walk before we ran into just such an impasse. In the middle of the road (of course), just as my uncle, who has a lively, albeit sadistic, sense of humor, crested the hill just to see me pleading and begging with the little lump of lard to get his Beagle butt off the ground. He stopped, rolled down his window and did he help? Nope. Laughed for a good two minutes before he continued on to work!  
I can't remember how I got the little piss-pot home, not having heard of the burnt pattie dog removal system back then
My first OES had a "trick" of her own. I hate carrying bags of poop around. I don't mind picking up, I just prefer not to carry the stench with me, and my neighborhood had no trash receptacles, so I'd make her take care of business in the yard before we started off on our walk. For some reason, she much preferred taking a dump anywhere in the area but her yard. So she'd poop a little, I'd be satisfied, and off we'd go until she found a nice spot on her walk to finish taking care of business. The more public, the better. The moment of crowning glory came the day she decided to take a dump in the middle of an intersection, four-way stop, people coming home from work, very busy, beeping. Making charming hand gestures at me. Didn't bother her one bit. Couldn't be persuaded to move an inch. Took her own sweet time, too. I think that was the last time I walked her in daylight in that neighborhood... 
Kristine |
| Too funny, Kristine.
They always look at you too....as if to say..."I warned you we should do it my way and now you are facing the consequences" |
| When the evil word "bath" is said in our home...both China/Violet assume the pose...body on the floor...not getting up. Eventually Violet will get up, but hubby has to pick up and carry very big/heavy China to the bath. lol (this is done weekly. lol) |
| The " B " word is the evil word in our house too. Winston follows me wherever I go in the house except bath time . He becomes absolute dead weight. It is amazing that such an agile and fast dog can become so lethargic and simply unmovable by me uttering the " B " word.
Stephanie & Winston |
| I don't have this problem with my Sheepie, but my Bouvier Shaggy will do this. When we walk around the block he will stop at all the houses that he knows the owners, and won't move until they come out to greet him. Sometimes when know one is home I have to call home and have my son show up, then he will get up and keep walking. Even if a stranger comes along that works too, he will get up and wants to meet them. |
| Obe loves to be outside... if it's nice out. There are times when he will lay down on the porch when I want him to come in, as if to say "I don't want to dad, lets play some more". Most of the time all I have to do is shut the screen door and with in a couple of minutes he is scratching to come in. Other times I have to be stern open the door, Obe still laying where he was and say "NOW" and he comes with a sad face, taking his time mind you. |
| My dog has intensified this "sheepie anchor" behavior, usually when he feels we're about to leave the dog park.
Cute as it may be, it's not a behavior I'd like to encourage. I've been just leaving him collapsed on the ground, walking away with determination until I'm out of his sight, and them he'll come. It works, but it takes a few minutes to get thru this song and dance. Besides the burnt hamburger method, does anyone have other ideas? |
| When the girls get home from their walk, after getting a drink and cooling down, they get part of a banana. They love bananas - and know the word.
When they start showing thier muley side, we just have to say "Time to go home for your banana." Then we'd better hold on tight to the leash 'cause they can drag us pretty fast. |
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