"Once upon a time ..." (that means a Callie-true-story coming up) there was this corgi/sheltie mix who was a MEGA neurotic mess until his owner/guardian learned a thing or thirty.
I couldn't figure out WHY this dog was such a nutcase **at TIMES** in the car. Now riding? nooooo problem. Dog took to the open road like nobuddy's business. But in town? GASP -- ACKKKKKKKKK. And heaven forbid -- at an intersection ... or **WORSE** in a .....SHUDDER -- PARKING LOT???
He was out of his skin and out of control. What was this need for speed?
nope.
wrong answer mom!!
When you're on an interstate or open road all the cars are going either the same direction you are -- or straight away from you. No biggie. Nice ***neat*** lines. It's a herder's dream!!
But ... at an intersection? where some cars stop, some go, some go left, some go right ... some stop ... and heaven forbid -- people waiting at bus stops, some walking, some crossing the street.
ACK!!!! herder nightmare!! He would go NUTZOID in the car because he wanted to straighten up the messy traffic!! nooooooooooooooo people can't some be crossing the street, some standing (while we're moving) ....
GETTA CLUE PEOPLE __ WE ALL GOTTA GO THE SAME WAY!!!
He wanted to "herd" pedestrians and other cars (and we won't even mention what a neurotic mess he was over a freaking bike!!)
And in a parking lot -- ohhhhhhhhhhhh it was even worse -- people stoppping willy nilly all over -- some going in a space, some coming out. Everbuddy all over the place!!!
One day I finally had a watershed moment and realized it was all about movement. And because he couldn't control all those people, cars, buses trucks, etc. and their movement -- it drove him insane.
I discovered I could deal with a lot of that with my voice. "Nope -- that line is SUPPOSED to turn that way. It's ok. Mom sez!"
And in his little herder mind, once "mom said" it was OK ... ahhh that's good enough. It's NOT NICE ... because it's "messy" -- herders are the organizers of the dog world. They don't want another dog to decide which way it's going (nor the sheep, etc.) -- THEY want to be in control of it. Unless the human is calling the shots.
Another true story --
It was like June -- and finally my husband was going to throw away that pine branch that got ditched out back (the one that had been on the mantle that never got out to the trash soon eough??) and in hauling it out to where he could tie it up with yard trash of course needles fell off all over the concrete patio.
Foxy was out there -- and now he's not a young dog any more (about 12 at this time). But I saw him sit up and take notice as David dragged that branch and all those needles fell off. I'm thinking "time for the broom -- soon as I get done with this ..." but nope.
It was a breezy day. - enough to make the chimes noisy. Bud suddenly I saw the MOstlie Sheltie slowly .. almost stealthily make his way over to ... what??? He was creeping along like he was shadowing 007 or something. huh??
I saw him begin to make this big huge circle.
and oh yeah -- I really AM gonna have to sweep up those pine needles before they blow all over ...
HUH??? I see the MOstlie Sheltie actually circle those pine needles. They were moving a bit in the breeze ... and ... dang, he's circling ... what???
He was circling those needles (the biggest bunch of them) -- and he began to circle faster ... and faster .... and .... FASTER ....
Now the pine needles are really moving .. in fact ... the centrifugal force from the circling was actually LEVITATING those needles.
***HE WAS HERDING PINE NEEDLES***
I learned something that day. The more outlet I gave him for herding the less neurotic he was. I mean ... c'mon ... the poor dog was trying to HERD **PINE NEEDLES** (in June).
So I began to come up with games ... he didn't like toys. But he would "help" me and pick things up. The more I understood the herding and the more I directed it ... the better of he was.
This wasn't about "play" -- it was about regimen -- it was about what was ... almost aesthetically pleasing to him. Messy traffic. messy balls. It all equates to nervousness for them.
And the agitated behavior I'd always noted .. the failure to settle, the failure to "leave someone alone" ... HERDING frustration.
If I didn't say to him "Cmon -- come help me change the beds" -- he would STILL tag along with me but he'd drive me nuts trying to bump my legs or pace. But once I began "asking him to help" -- or asking him to GO with me -- and verbally telling him when something was "ok" -- all of a sudden he began to relax.
It works. And the bucket of balls is a huge training exercise. but it works.