Gibson Therapy

Gibson is not enjoying himself at shows at all and we're scratching our heads as to why. Last week, the judge told me to "work with him!" and that was why he went reserve. The previous week the judge said he was shy and to get him out more. If only these judges knew how much I am trying to get him out and over his phobias! He spends too much time thinking and reacting to new situations, once he's experienced something, he relaxes and is the gorgeous Gibson. Unfortunately, the shows aren't in the same ring every week with the same judge!

Yesterday, I took Gibson with me for errands. I went to work at the library for a little bit, leaving Gibson in the car. As staff came in, they asked me to bring Gibson in so they could meet him--now that would be a good experience, right? Gibson's never been in a library, probably won't be again but still our newly re-modeled and re-opened building has lots of new experiences and smells. It must have been too much for my poor boy, he started shaking then pooped not once but twice on the new carpet!

After making that good first impression and cleaning the carpet, we headed to the Farmer's Market. Gibson got lots of attention and petting. He was interested in sneaking some cheese samples and nosed at a couple of vegetable displays. It seemed like he was relaxed and that this was good for him. But, then we came to a vendor selling flute-like instruments. The man had been playing one, I thought it was nice and Gibson didn't seem concerned about it when we were a couple of stalls away. Once we got in front of the vendor, Gibson decided it was horrible and started barking at the vendor, then stood in front of people trying to walk by and blocking their path! It seemed he was trying to drive away business! I had to drag him away and couldn't shop in that area.

Our final stop was the dog park. Gibson enjoyed playing with the basset hounds but didn't understand why they kept barking at him. Most of the dogs at the park were finishing up their play time and we didn't stay long. Gibson was relaxed on the way home--or maybe he was just exhausted.

Today is sister time at Casanel and Gibson will go, too. Then I'll know if yesterday's efforts were productive or not!