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?
24 July 2010
Team Small Dog visits the European Open in the Czech Republic and the jet lag, kittens, tripping us out.
The crowds are going wild here. It's just like one big dog agility party. Massive fun! Loud!
World class dogs and handlers in their Team garb. Partying like it's 1999. Check out those tunnels!
It's wet, it's muddy, those Italians and Russians, mopping it up out there like nobody's business. Will the dogs go clean? Wings? The up contacts? In the rain?
Um. Wait. Where am I supposed to be again?
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Huh? What is it with all my friends and spewing things on their keyboards? I take no responsibility for this. I just report the facts ma'am.
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