Even when the sun is shining, I can’t avoid the lightning …
Sunshine was looking at her appointment book and noticed I had some days off coming up, so she went on vacation.
I wonder if it’s going to be shitty for Regionals? Which are in ONE WEEK. A week from today, I am going to be running Tweed so hard he’ll be two inches shorter when we’re done!
In our absence, TWooie will be taking over cute head titling duties:
I am psyched about running my old man at Regionals 2012. People keep saying he has a shot at winning, but I don’t even care – I am just super happy and full of kittens and rainbows that he gets to play at all. I love playing agility with Tweed, he is such a character! You can officially label me “stoked.”
And then there’s Dexter.
I love this dog sooooo much.
I HATE playing agility with this dog SO SO SO much!!!
I cannot begin to explain to you the magnitude of my disappointment in this dog’s agility performance. If it is even possible, he has gotten progressively worse at the game rather than better. Last night in class we couldn’t even make it past the third obstacle – no kidding! We ate up like half the class time trying to jump correctly and turn the right way over the third jump – unsuccessfully! I think some of my classmates went to a bar, had a drink and a sandwich (and fries) and made their way back – hitch hiking – and Dexter and I were still trying to get him over the third jump. This is not to say he is reluctant to jump, or unable to jump – he just cannot jump in the right direction. For reasons that nobody on this earth can fathom, Dexter has recently decided that all jumps – ALL OF THEM – are rear crosses. It does not matter where I stand, sit, do the polka or cross my arms and turn red until my head explodes … he does a rear cross. And to add insult to injury, he then goes on to make up his own course, staring at me the all the while like “Why are you standing there, stupid human? The course is this way.”
I am mystified. The Sadist is mystified; he is so confused that last night he threatened to – and this is TERRIFYING, people – and I quote: “pack up some jumps, come to MY HOUSE, and figure it out.” Sure, it was framed as a nice offer of extra assistance, but The Sadist knowing where I live is the stuff of nightmares!
I declined his kindness too. Because it has come to the point where I no longer want to play agility with Dexter. I just am not having fun with him. I love my dog and I want to keep it that way … if we keep playing, there is a good chance I will drive way out into the country and leave him there, and drive back home again as fast as possible.
Of course with his stride, the odds are pretty good he’ll get home before I do anyway.
In all seriousness though – when do you say enough is enough? Like, when do you decide that perhaps the sport is not the right one for your dog? It is particularly frustrating for me because he started out with all kinds of potential and I put so much time and effort into giving him solid foundations, and 3 years later he’s an oingo-boingo mess out there, with no frickin’ clue what he’s supposed to be doing. He can’t make his weave entries, he turns the wrong way 50% of the time, he ignores all my body cues until a critical moment when he over-responds to some minor twitch I make …. This makes me feel like total shit too; as I near as I can figure it, one of two things is happening. 1) he’s a certifiable moron / lunatic or 2) I blow goats as a trainer and/or handler.
And not to toot my own horn, but I just kinda don’t think the latter is the case. I mean, I have MADed 3 dogs, ATCHed and podiumed one, and in less than 6 months I have helped make Spring a bonafida rockstar – and nobody thought Spring would ever be able to play. I have never claimed to be a great handler (I suffer from a syndrome known as “my feet do things my brain expressly has told them not to do”) but I clearly can run a decent course much of the time with my willing partner. And Dexter is all kinds of willing – but we continue to progress backward, like the regressing alien in Mork & Mindy.
I am |thisclose| to scratching him from Regionals. Not only does trying to get through a course with him make me mad, but it throws off all my concentration and Tweed suffers the handling nightmare aftermath. I lie awake at nights practicing Dexter-Zen exercises and he blows them to hell the second we go near a course.
Folks, I am not a bad trainer. For f*ck sakes, I taught TWooie to roll over!! This must count for something!
I could already do it. I was just messin’ with you. Now scare me a wabbit or go away.
I just want to go to Regionals and have fun with my best dog.
You better be talking about me.
And then there’s the added stress of leaving half my sum total behind. Piper is going to stay with my old boss.
WHAT? But I’m all packed to come with you!!!
And the WooTWoo will be tormenting their grandparents for a few days.
Early graves for grandparents!
(and no mum, they still cannot sleep outside!)
In other news, Tempus The Tough Toy Testing Terrier has claimed another victim:
After (less than 2 minutes):
I won’t be blogging from the trial site as I am not all wired into the world like other people, but I promise to update you all as soon as I get back.
XOXO!! Thanks for making this happen!