Actually, Wootie has nothing to do with this post, I just liked the photograph and couldn’t be bothered to think up a decent segue.
The real Super Dog in today’s installment is my Bestest Boy, Tweed.
Yes, Mr. T – I am talking about you!!
We trialed on Saturday and Tweed made me so very proud! His accomplishments this weekend were:
Steeplechase – 1st place and a Q
Masters Jumpers – 1st place and a Q
Masters Standard – 1st place and a Q
Masters Gamblers – 2nd place and a Q
Challenge class – 1st place and a Q
He went 5 for 6, as I got slightly out of position in his last Standard run and he dropped a bar. He was still several seconds faster than his competitors, but the 5 faults meant no Q.
Nobody could touch him in Challenge; the Q time is determined by the fastest dog, and he blew everybody away. It was the nicest run I think he and I have ever had. It *even* got us a compliment from the Sadist – not even a backhanded one, an actual, genuine compliment!
I know Tweed, I was surprised as well. It’s such a rare thing.
I’ve been told it’s not nice to brag, but I don’t care! Tweed and I worked real hard to reach this level of teamwork, so I’m braggin’ for both of us. Tweed’s a winner!! I only wish I had gotten someone to video some of those runs.
Piper ran 4 times in Advanced too, and she didn’t let me down – she messed up every single run and didn’t have a hope in hell of getting a qualifying run. More or less what I was expecting – she’s a pretty thing, but running on fumes, not cerebral power.
Piper fetch me a stick with which to beat you.
You owe me $56.00 in wasted entry fees.
Piper is officially pulled from trialing until we get some of our shit together. The Sadist says Piper really wants to please me and I get too frustrated with her, which shuts her down. It’s hard to imagine her being shut down whilst she is at the same bouncing up and down on my toes like a cork in a stormy ocean. If that’s shut down, what would she do if she were really happy – jump right inside my skin??? And also, if she wants to make me so damn happy, then why doesn’t she get the hell off my cleats and go take a freakin’ obstacle?
Really, Piper’s two biggest challenges are:
1. Distance – Piper is attached to my cleats by an invisible elastic that only stretches a tiny bit. I thought with time the elasticity would develop some give, like a well used hair tie, but it’s pretty damn resilient!
2. Weave pole entries. Piper’s brain is like a nervous frog in a hot frying pan, and even though there are weave poles set up on the kitchen, she can’t find the entry to save her life. We’re going to go back and retrain the weaves using the 2X2 method – has anyone successfully retrained weaves this way? I keep hearing they are a great way to teach them, but stressful for the dog to relearn. I’m hoping that since she doesn’t seem to understand them now, retraining won’t be too confusing for her.
Oh well, I’m still strutting around all happy-like thanks to Tweed’s glorious Saturday. Nationals, here we come!