I trained my mom’s boxer, Ricky, to sniff weed. It wasn’t hard. Let him smell the bag and say “weed” the dog already understood what find meant. Then I put the weed on the floor where he could see it and told him to “find the weed” When he went to it, I gave him hotdog pieces. Finally I hid the bag in the couch cushions while the dog was in another room and brought him in and said “find the weed” He did it and got his hotdog. After that I always knew which friends had weed when they came over. Ricky would be very excited to sniff them and run to me and want a treat.
I trained my mom’s boxer, Ricky, to sniff weed. It wasn’t hard. Let him smell the bag and say “weed” the dog already understood what find meant. Then I put the weed on the floor where he could see it and told him to “find the weed” When he went to it, I gave him hotdog pieces. Finally I hid the bag in the couch cushions while the dog was in another room and brought him in and said “find the weed” He did it and got his hotdog. After that I always knew which friends had weed when they came over. Ricky would be very excited to sniff them and run to me and want a treat.
That’s a lot more fun than when I trained my dog to find Parkinsons. I only have one friend named Parkinson, so it wasn’t very impressive.
I was there, he ripped him to shreds.
Why did I laugh at this… yes I’m weird.