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Behind every good dog, there is a cat who taught him something

The tales of a cat who lives with a dog trainer

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July 16, 2014 by Victoria Smith

Are you also a dog training cat?  Or do you  know of one?

I dream of using this blog to give credit to my other feline colleagues, who share their time of laying in the sunlight with training dogs.  It's important for us all to support each other, as we have such a valuable job.  We teach dogs to be the best they can be, so that they can stay in their homes! :)  It's time for your kitty voice to be heard!

E-mail me at k9.takethealead@gmail.com (Attn: Dog Training Cat would be ideal, so the red-haired girl doensn't think it's for her ;) !  Send me your photo and a little about yourself.  Make sure to let me know about your part in dog training, so that I can give you the credit you deserve as a silent asset to success! :)

Our jobs are important, and people need to know!  Dog training cats unite! :)


July 16, 2014 /Victoria Smith
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July 14, 2014 by Victoria Smith

What's in a name?  Does it really define who you are?

When the red-haired girl and bearded guy brought me home, I had many names.  She wanted to call me Murray and he wanted to call me Ashtray.  So often times, she'd come home and call out for "Mr. Murray" and he would come home looking for "Tray."  The word "cenicero" is actually "ashtray" in Spanish (a much cuter and less grotesque version, which the red-haired girl seemed to like) so a compromise was made and it stuck!  (I can't say I'm thrilled about my namesake when I look at #cenicero on Instagram!)

I was called so many different things, that some would have found it confusing.  Instead, I started to learn that when they started calling, I should just come running. Typically I was in for something good--like some food or some pets!  What they actually called me didn't really matter.  I learned quickly that this is how they were going to be communicating with me--by my name, by a series of "kitty, kitty, kitty," or even just their admirable attempts to meow and purr for my attention.  They were talkers, that's for sure!  Apparently it's a human thing!

The dogs, on the other hand, didn't call me anything, yet they knew how to get my attention.  With just a simple look, I typically knew if I should come closer for some fun or go away (quickly!).  That's where my understanding of communicating with dogs came from--learning how to talk without words.  (I'm pretty sure cats also speak with each other in this way--however I've got no kitty friends, so I'm going to call it a "dog thing" :)

I too learned how to communicate without making a sound.  With just a particular look from me, most dogs either step back with caution or come in for play--depending on what I'm asking for.  It's all a silent conversation.  Since they are here for training, some dogs don't seem to know these proper communication skills, and will ignore those conversations to come in too strong (whether it is in a friendly OR not-so-friendly way) leading to a pretty serious party foul.  If they didn't notice my warning eyes and posture, typically I'll end up adding some meows of caution/warning to help them out.  If they STILL can't read what I'm spelling out for them,  they'll inevitably get a good swat and hiss for their offensive actions.  After that initial surprise, they actually start to pay a lot more attention to what I'm saying.  Now I can whisper to them and they hear me, instead of needing to scream!  This can be a pretty big moment for these socially awkward dogs.  Some do need a few repeats before they get it ;)

From my window, I can see my dogs having the same conversations outside in the yard with the training students.  They'll come in too strong, too pushy, and they get snapped at.  My guys and I are not being mean by laying down the law--we actually want them to learn how to be more aware, polite, and to really think about what they are doing!  Communication is key--making the right choices are the difference between a pleasant conversation or a tense altercation.  I bet these dogs didn't come here expecting to be schooled by a kitty, but now they are learning how to read 3 species--human, canine, AND feline.  :)  All in a days work!


July 14, 2014 /Victoria Smith
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July 07, 2014 by Victoria Smith

As a kitty raised as a dog, I definitely have a lot of dog-like qualities.  Sure, I use the litter box, rub on people's legs, and hide in the closet for an hour when someone new enters the house--but deep down inside part of this kitty is K9.  

The red-haired girl spent a lot of time with the dogs, and I wanted to spend a lot of time with her.  It was only natural that I started to do a lot of the things that they did.  These guys were my role models!

I started to eat with the dogs.  I started to sleep with the dogs.  I started to line up for walks with the dogs.  I started to be involved in the training of the dogs.

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I like to lick faces and hands.

I like to greet the red-haired girl and bearded guy at the door when they get home.

And I LOVE to play fetch!

Watch me!  :)  ------------------------->

 

But most of all, I LOVE just being one of the dogs.  Deep down inside I get them--and my dogs have taught me what I need to know about helping the new ones be GOOD ones :)

 

July 07, 2014 /Victoria Smith
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July 04, 2014 by Victoria Smith

Everyone's got a story about where they came from and who they are.  This is my story.

My name is Cenicero (pronounced sin-e-sair-row).  I'm a cat who went from being a lonely little kitten walking the streets, to a well known dog trainer.  But please, let me start at the beginning.

At 5 weeks old I made a run across a busy road, and weaseled my way in the wheel well of a mini-van.  Before I knew it, this red-haired girl was laying on the ground prying me out of the wheel work.  She rushed me--snot nosed, goober eyed, flea ridden, and greasy--back to a car where I met the bearded guy.  And that's where it started.  My new life.

They also had two other creatures at their home.  I liked them--they reminded me of myself (furry and warm) and I instantly bonded with these guys.  They were like larger versions of grease ball kitties like me. Their names were Ramses and Mowgli, and they were dogs.  My dogs.

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I couldn't remember my kitty family, but I liked this one a lot:  the red-haired girl, the bearded guy, and my dogs.  I didn't know much about being a kitty, so the dogs raised me the best they could--to be like and understand dogs.  For that, I owe them everything.  For finding my inner dog...and releasing it feline style.

Soon, one by one, the red-haired girl brought another dog to the house.  And another.  And another.  It turned out she was something of a "dog trainer."  She helped dogs practice self control, make better choices, and learn how to be good--like my dogs!  She called me a "great distraction" for these dogs during their training.  What she didn't realize--I was a secret weapon, her missing link, that was just waiting to be released.

You see, I challenge them to be better.  To be the most patient, attentive, obedient, tolerant, and well-rounded dogs they can be.  

I want you to know--behind every good dog is a cat that, at one point or another, taught them something about life.


July 04, 2014 /Victoria Smith
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