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?
19 May 2015
Dog agility dark dystopian vision-34 moves to assemble the robot army.
I just read in Tammy's blog you can't use verbals. No seek/tap yelling in the future.