10/24/2024
If I had to describe training dogs, I don’t think I’d describe it as something I do.
It’s never like driving or writing or swimming; it doesn’t require the same type of effort. With those things I have to take control of thoughts and use them to order my body; with them I consider in charcoal, measure with a ruler and commit in black marker and I’m never completely happy with the outcome - but there is a pride in the effort that went in to the creation anyway. But the creation is separate to me.
Dog training is more like breathing or sleeping or drinking water. It’s a part of something I am combined with a part of something the dog is. It’s the space inbetween our thoughts filled with emotion and a collective that is more than the sum of its parts. Being around animals is built in - always a part of me. And training is never something I do to an animal it’s something we are together. And then afterwards we’re both forever something a bit different.
I guess that’s how it’s saved me so many times - people talk about family grounding them; or listening to music or journaling. None of that has felt possible in the hardest times but I’ve always nested into training - explaining it and how it feels and what I’m doing comes after. That’s the effort, never the being together with the dog. That just feels like breathing air. x