All the big agility stars have a grueling week. Fly from France to Kentucky for another weekend of competition.
It's a hard job, being a star. The grueling pace, the long hours, travel, autographs.
But you know, somebody's got to do it.
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?
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You are a superstar
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