06 May 2013
Monday practice day, once again, another blip on the time space continuum.
I looked back in time, and the last time we came in last place in team was last year in Turlock. I used the power of time travel to see that Gustavo was a very good boy, but had just started being afraid of the teeter totter again. And that Otterpop's team came in third place.
The circle of life. Sort of like how the Sex Pistols were being played as grocery store music this evening. Stick that hakuna matata where the sun don't shine.
Before we went into the forest today, we practiced for a while, just did some drills and played around. Nothing fancy, nothing specific, just checking to see that the weave pole paranoia was gone and all fun systems go. I needed a reminder. There were wild, deliriously joyful teeter totters.
Our forest walk went the same way. No specific plan, and we ended up walking in there for a couple hours. Took a different path, just walked wherever it led us. Everybody, especially Ruby, was happy just to run.
When we practiced, me and Gustavo remembered that he can do agility. And that he likes it a whole lot. We just mess up so bad at trials. So bad. We can mess up practicing too, but it just doesn't seem so tragic when it happens on the practice field, where I can whip out a ratty old stuffed squirrel dragging on a string. I know shit happens to everybody sometimes, but our dog show disasters have an awful lot of drama and flair, and happen an awful whole lot.
But you know, we had just as much fun on our forest walk as we did on the practice field. This has been the mystery of my lifetime in agility. So many maybes, that don't answer why.
Sort of like how the Sex Pistols ended up as grocery store music.
There's lots of things in life like that. Some people are good at taking a Why, and finding answers that don't have maybes. That are whole sentences, that answer in specific instructions and articulate reasons.
Some people might not be so good at finding answers. Some people, we ask Why, then we end up walking all the way down to the trestle bridge at the bottom of the hill. Wasn't where we intended to go. Didn't go there because I set out that way. Sorta lost, but not really. Worked out just fine. Maybe not everyone is supposed to have goals or success. Did Johnny Rotten ever think I'd hear him in the produce section, picking up some bananas? Maybe that's what my agility vision quest is supposed to be. I won't even try to find a why to answer that.
And, you know. Nothin' wrong with hearing the Sex Pistols in the grocery store. Sorry about that, Sid Vicious. I'm happy that I made it this far.
by team small dog at 8:26 PM