A Ring of Truth

One of my favorite bloggers, Kay at Blue Speckled Pup, decided to participate in the Biggest Liar Challenge; I was interested to see that one of the possible lies was that she had trained her dog to ring bells at the back door whenever he needed to go out.  Whether or not this is a true statement, I believe that it is further confirmation that she and I have a weird psychic connection.  The following is a true “tail” of Mrs. P.I.B.’s house-training experience.

When she was a puppy, Mrs. P.I.B. was pretty easily house-trained.  The only problem was that I was really the one who was trained.  I would take her out almost every hour to ensure that she did not have any accidents, and watch her closely for any signs of discomfort.  (This was during the summer.  Summers, as you know, are when teachers sit around on their tuckuses eating bonbons, so I had plenty of time to devote to my Human Obedience classes.)

I soon tired of this method, but I couldn’t figure out a way to teach her to let us know when she needed to go out.  Part of the problem was that we had a 2-story house at the time, and she was not allowed upstairs where our office was.  There was no way that we could think of for her to signal to us that she needed to go out if we were on the second floor.

I jokingly stated that she needed a bell to ring whenever she needed to go out, and my father-in-law  laughed at the thought.  The next time he came to the house, though, he brought me a rope of three cow-bells to tie to the door.  I took that as a personal challenge.  This was long before the days of The Dog Whisperer, so I was pretty confident  that I was the best dog expert I knew.

Mrs. P.I.B. is pretty smart.  It didn’t take her long to learn to ring the bells when she needed to go out.  She would sit by the back door, and smack her paw on the bells to notify us she was ready.  Within a couple of days, the system had been perfected.  I was pretty proud of my superior dog-training skills.

After about a week, I was upstairs working in the office one day, and heard the bells.  I went downstairs to let Mrs. P.I.B. out, but she didn’t “do” anything.  I chalked it off as a false alarm, and we both returned inside.  Back upstairs for me.  Five minutes later, the bells rang again.  My new lesson began to sink in.  Sure enough, I wandered back downstairs, took Mrs. P.I.B. out, and she once again seemed to have no interest in “doing her business.”

The third time, I leaned over the rail upstairs, and shouted, “No!”  The bells went silent.  That was the end of the false alarms – that day.  Just call me The Dog Shouter.

The next day, I happened to be upstairs when the phone rang.  I answered, and started chatting with a friend of mine.

“Brnnng!”  went the bells.  I was pretty certain Little Mrs. P.I.B. did not need to go out because she had just gone before I went upstairs.  I ignored her.  “Brnng!”  She slammed her paw against the bells, banging them against the door.  I leaned over the rail.  “Brnng!!!”  Even louder.  Then, out of the kitchen came Mrs. P.I.B., and she looked up at me.  Not wanting to yell, “No!” while my friend was in the middle of a sentence,  I just shook my head at the dog.  She tensed, then raced back to the kitchen, banged on the bells again, and raced back out to see my reaction.

I had a quick flashback to my childhood days when my mother would be on the phone, and swat at me like a fly whenever I tried to interrupt.

It was quite clear that Mrs. P.I.B.  was more interested in my undivided attention than going outside.  I walked calmly down the stairs, still on the phone, yanked the bell rope off of the doorknob, and dumped the kit and caboodle in the hall closet.   I glared at Mrs. P.I.B., and went back upstairs to continue my conversation.

That was the end of the bell experiment.  To my credit, Mrs. P.I.B. has been perfectly house-trained ever since.

You probably won’t be surprised to learn that I never even attempted this technique with Wonderbutt.

And that one of us still needs some remediation in the house-training area.

It's Hard to Be Stern With Someone This Darn Cute

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Posted on February 23, 2012, in Dogs, Humor, Mrs. P.I.B., Wonderbutt and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 29 Comments.

  1. I love Mrs. P.I.B! What a cute baby photo. I can just see her looking at you when you snapped “No!” at the incessant ringing.

    You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow to find out if Sherman is a bell ringer.

  2. P.S. Thanks for the lovely mention. You’re one of my favourites too, even if Wonderbutt would try to take all the credit.

  3. Mrs. P.I.B., we are loving your puppy photo…how could anyone ever get impatient with a four-legged that cute?

  4. Hahahahahaha! A very funny example of Pavlovian conditioning 🙂 Ivan Petrovich Pavlov would be very proud of you and would probably reward you with a cookie 🙂

  5. That is one serious puppy. She is wondering where her handler is…

  6. I need to implement the bells system. For me. Hey, sometimes I just forget, okay?

  7. I was expecting this story to end with “So she pooped, right there, on the floor, in front of me. I guess she had to go”.
    I tried teaching Gwynn with a doorbell – one of those ones you plug in. Unfortunately, I had other, more entertaining things to do with Gwynn for the most part, so it was really off-and-on training. now he just stares intently at me to let me know I need to let him out. Oh well.

  8. What a great idea, and yes, so cute. 🙂

  9. We keep meaning to get some bells for our front door for Phoebe. She nudges anything hanging on the door when she needs to go out, and I can’t hear the shopping bag.

    Dogs are like kids. They learn quickly, but sometimes they also train US!

  10. This is a great story. I can remember training my dog Wendy to scratch on the backdoor when she had to go out. If she pooped in the house, I’d put her little nose in it then walk her to the backdoor, hold her little paws up and show her how to scratch the door. The end result was she learned to poop in front of the backdoor but never learned to scratch. It was hilarious. Have an awesome weekend!

  11. Mrs. PIB was such a cuddly looking pup! Funny how dogs manage to train their owners… Wonderbutt and bells, hmmmm. I imagine lots of drool and bells-turned-chew-toys.

  12. Such a cute looking pup. We try so hard to train our pets when really our pets are training us.

  13. LOL! She was a very cute puppy! Love that face and who could discipline that lil bundle of love? Its amazing how fast they learn. She is very, very smart! MacKenzie, our first collie, went in the house once and I told him no and took him outside. He was a smartie and he never went in the house again! Problem was he was equally a genius in pulling off some of the naughtiest stunts you ever saw! Oh, the tales I could tail… er tell…. Great Post and you graduated first in your human obedience class I bet! LOL

    Your friends,
    The Collies and Chuck 🙂

  14. When my person doesn’t get the hint the first time I start jumping up and down. I could use some of those bell though too.

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