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?
27 June 2011
Weave pole training under duress-the urban combat edition.
I was so mortified by my cranky, whiny outburst about no-time-no-room-to-practice the other day that I set up 6 poles in my skinny driveway. If Gustavo can weave through the rose bush and into the side of my house when I send him into the poles from the street where the lowrider guys' cars are making hissy, hippy hoppy, hydraulicky sounds in the dark, shouldn't he be able to weave in a trial?
One would think. Although I can tell you right now that he can't weave under those distractions with the neighbor's cat up on the fence. A dismal failure.
I hate that cat.
So now my goal is can I get him to weave through the rosebush, into the wall, during lowrider car hopping with cats watching from on top of the fence. In the dark. Maybe if I can make this work, maybe he can do the weaves at a trial.
Or maybe not. But I guess, why not try?
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Atta Girl!!! I see the kvetch factor is back in check.
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