He went 4 for 4 at the PAC trial today! Two Masters Jumpers with Qs and 1st places, a 1st Place Q in Masters Snooker and a 2nd place and a Q in Steeplechase. He was just a titch slower than the 1st place dog because he ran past the weaves entrance, which was most unusual for him, as he is a “get his entry at all costs” kind of dog. However, we were running in a torrential downpour – not a drizzle, not a sort of heavy rain, but a driving, heavy, fat, splashy drops making noise as they hit, soaked me to the skin through my clothes kind of rain. I’m not totally sure he heard my “weave” command – *I* couldn’t even hear it, and I’m the one who yelled it!
Not 5 minutes after we exited the ring, we were standing under Auntie Cheryl’s tent when I saw a flash of light right in front of us. My brain said “what was that?” and then a split second later my brain answered itself: “oh, that’s lightning.” And a second after that, my poor brain went “Oh shit, that means thunder” and bent my body down to grab Tweed when the huge BOOM of the thunderclap went off right over our heads. Tweed jumped straight in the air and into my waiting arms. Poor guy, he is terrified of thunder! That he went on to get 3 more Qs this afternoon is testament to what a super dog he is!
He did not want a caterpillar on his snout, but because he indulges my “stuff on my dog” predilections, he very patiently sat still for this photo shoot.
When Tweed is happy, he makes Very Happy faces. When he is sad, he makes Very Sad faces. He wears his whole emotional repertoire on his mug, and that makes me love him.
Of course, Dexter is also very expressive. Although, he only seems to have one expression.
Wootie isn’t too bad at sharing his emotions either.
West Side Whacko is getting pretty comfortable here at Casa de Food Lady, and showing me that he wants to give Wootie a run for his money in the expressions department. Because he’s quite comical when he gets going, and makes all sorts of funny faces!
Yes, West continues to hurl in the car. The Gravol only minimized the volume of puke, it did not stop it altogether. And this morning I slept in and was in a rush to get to the trial (I was also in a rush as I had to spend some considerable time catching West, who was Not Getting In The Car, Thank You Very Much), so forgot to not feed him breakfast. He left his turkey and yogurt in the crate in my car as soon as we hit the parking lot of the trial site. I think that perhaps this is beyond anything OTC or homeopathic. Someone told me about an anti-nausea shot you can give dogs that magically cures the car sickness, and now I can’t remember what it was called. Any ideas?
He also continues to fear humans, and despite having a big open field and many other dogs to play with whilst we were packing up the trial, he ran away and hid behind the car (I think this would be a case of the lesser of two evils – the car makes him puke, but it’s better than scary people). So then I put him back in the car, where the drooling and pre-vomit commenced anew. Poor fella. He can’t win for losing.
and he is super keen to learn new things. He responds to everything in triple time and does this little happy dance when he gets praise. He’s very coordinated for a dog his age and quite athletic – he’d make a lovely agility dog, if he wasn’t so afraid of people. If I can conquer that little people problem, he’s going to be a really wonderful dog!