28 November 2012
One step forward, a million steps back.
Gustavo keeps me on my toes. Like toes that you were wearing flip flops on and an elephant in those spiked shoes ice explorers wear for climbing up the glaciers comes along and eyes your flip flop toes and goes for it. One big elephant foot comes smashing down.
And the elephant just walks away, then turns around for a second, and gives you a little smirk.
It's not like you even had good toes to start with. Lumpy toes and no pedicure. But still. The only toes you got.
How about back to Square 1, barely able to do agility in class?
In the last 8 months, he's done nothing but improve and become a consistent, fast partner out there. Shit still happens with him, but the shit is small and the shit is fewer and farther between. We've been agilitying together as a team. In class and practice at least, things have been going just how we've been trying to get them to go. A bright spot! Unicorn magic happy rainbow!
Last night in class, his meltdowns were to the extent that I had to run off the field, go get Otterpop to finish class, because his cuckoo brain made my brain overheat til my lid flipped and steam came gushing out my ears. That hasn't happened in a long time.
There were too many meltdowns to list. The list just starts with tunnel vortex, running away, freaking out on the startline, total teeter terror.
A good trainer would have stayed patient, backed it all up and worked out the boggles, finding a way to reward the good and move on from the disasters. This one just grabbed the dog, yelled, "NANCY I CAN'T DEAL WITH HIM AND I'M GOING TO GET OTTERPOP!" and threw in the towel.
by team small dog at 6:43 AM