(but if Mrs. Pickles starts taking names and kicking ass, don’t blame me! I’m still jobless and rapidly becoming broke, so if she tosses me a few dollars, I will give all ya’ll perverts up!)
Mr. Pickles decided The Sofa needed to learn to swim, so he donned some ocean going pants and did the deed.
All things considered, I do believe Sofa enjoyed being HURLED TO HIS DEATH FROM THE DOCK more than this experience. Oh the things a dog will do for a tennis ball.
Le sigh. Life was so much simpler then…
Fortunately, there was a lifeguard on duty.
I know this photo is out of focus, but for a moment when I was downloading I thought Red Dog had come back to pay me a visit. I took these photos about a week ago and had largely forgotten what was on the card or why I took them. It was too eerie not to share this, blurry or no!
Hey look at me! Look at me! I’m in the air!
Poor Wootie is feeling undervalued. We are at an agility trial all weekend and he is not getting the attention he feels he needs and/or deserves, since Tweed and Piper are running the show.
Yay, me! Wait, what?
This is no small achievement for Her Highness. Just a few short months ago, Piper did not understand the game of agility despite a year or so of lessons, and could not even navigate a series of more than 2 jumps. Today, she did 3 runs and the ONLY thing she garbled was her nemesis, the Evil Weave Poles. If it were not for weaves, she would have run clean every time. HUGE improvement.
Oddly, the weaves haunted Mister Masters today as well. Tweed ran a gorgeous Standard, but he bobbled the weaves – and he did it so smoothly that I, running right beside him, didn’t even notice! It was not until I reviewed the tape that I noticed his little shimmy-skip. Unfortunately, the judge noticed it in real time. We also played a new game called Challenge, which is exactly what it sounds like – challenging! And I am apparently challenged when it come to remembering the name of the Frame, because I called it “TunnelNONOImeanPlankNOIDON’TWhyCan’tIRememberWhatThisIsCalled?!!” while doing a little dance of frustration that messed us all up :) But he ran like stink. I am so very proud of my dogs!
We do so well now because MY INSTRUCTOR IS A SADIST!! I know I say that a lot. It’s mostly cuz he reads this, and it drives him batshit when I call him that.
Payback’s a bitch ;-)
Get lost. But leave the cookie.
And Biscuit, who is darling. I love Biscuit, because when she gets mad at Gerhard, she bites him in the pants! Actually, I was a little worried she was going to bite me in the pants too. She doesn’t appreciate picture time.
I brought my camera today, but mostly just to get the odd shot, because I was too busy running to take photos. However, I did get this one of Calen the Beagle, and I am very very glad I did.
ha ha ha!!!
She is going to kick some serious ass in the handstand competition.