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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I have managed to muddy my sit command. I say sit, they down. I say sit, they look at me like duh, here we are, down.
Sigh.
And off-side weaves? Those fall under 'maybe'... like, maybe later, gater, see you at the gate...
Going to be an interesting weekend. I have four days to get some weaving in there.
you can only read this once a day, and only after reminding yourself what an awesome job you've done training some challenging little beings.
OMG! Do you know what that means? Means you're just a human like the rest of us! Puts you in some pretty damm good company, IMNSHO.
Virginia in Texas (Otterpop's #1 Fan!)
who doesn't?
I successfully taught Fin to jump over her contacts in competition and stop perfectly in practice. I'm that good!
ya know, done means finished, and in the words of the old song the road goes on forever and the party never ends....
i don't think it helps to give power to that thought by writing it down, unless you really are done.
but taken in perspective, this comment is from someone who almost always has to try more than once to prove she is not a robot.
valpig
Yes! I think something like, "There are times when I realize what a rotten job I have road goes on forever and the party never ends of training my dogs" sounds way better and if I get home from work earlier I would have more time to draw out all those letters!
I still work to fix the rotten. Every day. Every day we work a little bit on Gustavo bringing BACK a frisbee. Turning tighter around a jump, even if I have 20 seconds only for practicing. Otterpop controlling her impulses to NOT attack the garbage truck tires.
Our road definitely goes on forever, and the party never ends. You know how that song ends? Sherry gets the new mercedez benz, but Sonny's goin' to the chair. My Mexican made, German named vehicle, for the win!
Oh yes I do want that on a t-shirt. Yes. Yes, I do.
I think I would want to do this t-shirt desig embroidered in golden threads on a shirt with leather fringe.
vici - you know the dogs keep spreading a rumor that the contacts are electrified in competitions!
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