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?
29 April 2013
Nobody messes up, we are not failures in here, in the trees.
Monday is always my day off, unless it isn't. I have day off stuff that I always do. Go to the the store. Wash laundry. Pretend to clean my house. Have an agility practice.
Monday is the day we work on the things we need to work on. Whatever was hard from a trial that weekend. Or from class the week before. Learn something new. Tune up the weave poles. Super speed that running dogwalk. Play with the toy. We have very fun practices. They are a number one, excellent thing of the week.
We didn't practice this Monday. The magic 8-Ball of agility future went all shook up and hazy over the weekend. Outlook, not so much. We will put on big girl shoes and go to class tomorrow. We'll see where the agility happy comes back.
The regular happy came back in the forest. And in the creek. This is where there are always recalls. Happy fast running and climbing up on logs. That magic 8-Ball almost explodes out it's black 8-Ball juice, right out the seams. Without a doubt! Yeppety and hooray! This is something we can do! Nobody messes up, we are not failures in here, in the trees.
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