We're back to Dirt Nite after a hiatus. Every summer, a special solution of oily horribleness is sprayed on the dirt to make it extra sticky for maximum filth factor. We have learned to stay away for a few weeks, and when it fades a bit, we bring the dogs back.
My friend Dee brought the course, a lot of twisty Euro challenge bits. So fun! Tight turns and back sides and weirdo pull throughs and we all tried to run like Slovenians. With a side of Russian.
Number one thing I learned last night?
That weeks off of Dirt Nite make one sluggish and winded and breathless. Not in an attractive way. In a sweaty way. Thank god we're back.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
2 comments:
The next time you run like a Slovenian your friends can cheer like one BRAVO, EKIPA PSI !!
BRAVO! I hope we won't be yelling anything that is going to get us beat up next time we go to Slovenia!
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