Mr Tilly’s biggest obsession is, without a doubt, chasing butterflies and chasing the shadows of butterflies. If the suns out, so are the butterflies, and so is Tills. Only it’s more than just a simple obsession, more like an obsessive, compulsive disorder, but perhaps all dogs are a little bit OCD.
He’s over three now. We’d hoped he would grow out of chasing butterflies and shadows, but I don’t think that’s about to happen any time soon. He’s funny and cute to watch him on his sentry duty when at home, but a real worry if we take him to the beach during the day. The butterflies hang out in the low dunes, so that’s where he heads to. He knows just where they’ll be, and he darts around trying to make them take flight. He has no interest in catching them I’m sure, it’s just the thrill of the chase he loves. I doubt if he’d take any notice of the snakes that also inhabit the low sand dunes, but I suspect they wouldn’t take kindly to him trampling on their terrain at a million miles an hour when in hot pursuit.
We’ve tried all of the training tricks to keep him down by the water with us, or to get him to come back to us if he sees a butterfly. Early in the morning, (which is the time he mainly gets his beach walks) there is no problem. The butterflies are still sleeping I guess, but in the heat of the day, they’re happily flitting from plant to plant, and he knows it. No reward is greater than the reward of chasing butterflies, so we can’t offer him anything that will tempt him away. As soon as he sees one he goes totally deaf to anything and everyone. With absolute tunnel vision, he zeros in on his target. First the butterfly, which quickly flits out of reach, then it’s shadow which dances here, there and everywhere.
We tried to stop him chasing them at home, figuring it was best to make the game completely taboo for him. We tried all last summer, and again at the beginning of this summer season. We had thought that a winter without butterflies and that magic third birthday in July, was going to see him turn into a dog ‘far to mature’ for such puppyish pursuits. No such luck!
I was considering calling in Dr Harry or a local equivalent, but then I really watched him in the back garden. His back straight, as he sits up on high alert, going from one shady place to another, his head quickly turning from side to side. Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen, maybe more, like a disciplined soldier on watch, he remains hypo alert and vigalent. He sees them as soon as they dare to pop over the fence, then he gets up, ready to give chase. He lets them get down near the plants then off he springs, darting in and out around the roses and plants with the agility of a panther, They quickly fly up out of his reach leaving just their shadow dancing before him on the ground. He switches from chasing them to chasing their dancing shadows until they disappear again over the fence again, taking their shadows with them. Then back under the clothes line he goes to await the next brave intruder.
It might be half an hour between butterflies, but he never gives up. His favourite place to watch from is in the shade of washing hanging on the clothes line. He’ll sit there for about ten minutes before changing his vantage point. He’ll try under the baskets of strawberries, then the lawn. That gets to hot, so he’ll move between the garden plants, then back to the clothes line again.
I guess he’s trained me. It makes more sense to let him happily chase butterflies all day long at home, and keep him on a lead if the butterflies are flying about at the beach. Most days Paul walks him at the beach in the early morning anyway, long before the butterflies have woken up. The few odd times when we do take him there when the sun is shining brightly and the butterflies flitting from flower to flower, well, he just has to suffer being kept on his lead for those few walks. And as I’m typing this the sun is shining brightly on our back garden, so no prizes for guessing where Tills is!
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Good old Mr Tilly. It sounds so adorable that he is chasing butterflies. My son’s Irish Wolfhound also does this I hear. Our new puppy is happy to chase the small lawn moths that come out at night. We don’t have enough flowers to have many butterflies so moths do to satisfy that prey drive. Our former Schnauzer would sit on high alert all day for a possum that entered our garden at night, but the mini Schnauzers give up after five minutes of no insect movement. I think you should embrace this display of dogginess and yes, the lead for the beach, perhaps.
He has us in fits of laughter sometimes, and he knows it. But at the beach it’s a real worry.
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I can see why. I had a rescue dog and I was terrified she would never come back to us, at the beach. We had not long had her and she ran off to bark at some other dogs way off in the distance, and the Rescue operator’s works rung in my ears. If she runs off, just turn your back on her and walk away. It is very important that you don’t look back, not even a peek.
She told me that as soon as you look back the dog will see that you are still watching her and will continue playing. Dogs are so observant that if you don’t look back they interpret that to mean that you are leaving and they will run back to you, as they don’t want to be left behind.
This theory proved itself many times in practice but we had to be vigilant about not looking back, and boy that was hard at first. Yet, it did work. Perhaps you could try that in a controlled way with Mr Tilly at a fenced off leash area first?
Apparently agility training is very good for helping rescue dogs to connect with their owners.
That was suggested to us but we did not have any problems. We just followed the badic obedience lessons we had been shown by the Rescue operator.
You seem to have a poodle as well as a schnauzer. We had neighbourhood drinks in the park this afternoon and the schnauzer behaved beautifully.
He’s a labradoodle. Amanda has the Schnauzer. Sterilised at 7 weeks of age, so at three he’s still very much a puppy. He’s selectively well behaved, he’s the selecter! Took him to obedience training tonight for the first time in 2 1/2 years. Must say, he did me proud tonight, but Who knows what he’ll do next week. Most times he’s happy to be obedient – except when he isn’t!
I agree: most dogs exhibit OCD a helluva lot !