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?
25 August 2011
Don't be late, ever-dog agility as a contact sport.
I am very lucky my friend Rob lets me run his dogs sometimes. Running big fast dogs is a whole different thing than running little fast dogs. And running REALLY fast big dogs, that's this whole other thing.
When my timing is bad with Soja, bad things happen. Things can explode. You cannot turn late. Ever. Late turn and in the wrong position? Everyone head for the hills. Danger Will Robinson. Me and the dog should both be wearing full body armor. Even if I'm just late whipping out her toy to reward her. Too slow to get that tuggy in the right spot, and I pay, sometimes with my own flesh.
Or a pair of work pants.
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I have a Soja son. I feel your pain. Literally.
oh, and just for the record... EVERY sport is a contact sport...
haha -- lucky it was higher closer to your waistband while whipping the toy out.... ;) Shelley
Rob used to offer me big leather gloves when I ran her but I thought that was for sissies except really, I should probably be wearing the welding gloves. And the full body armor.
HEY, this is dog agility we're talking about ;) Gotta love it!
--C+I
P.S. Sorry about your pants! :P
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