Long time readers of this blog will remember this rule very well!
Today TWooie thought it was time to revisit this rule.
Chickens … turkeys … chickens … turkeys. Poor TWooie, he can’t decide which flock of fowl to harass, so he just goes back and forth between the two fences making everyone squawk. Then when I try to go get him, he runs away into the paddock and perfects his sad, he’s-so-beaten face.
But they’re so much fun. Don’t be mad. Also, please move as you’re blocking my view of the turkeys.
Now he has more chickens to harass, as today I picked up three more laying hens. These little ladies are just over 6 months old, so they’re laying every day. But the original chickens are stepping up to the plate … yesterday I got another egg, and this morning I got TWO! We’re up to 4 eggs in 3 days. We almost have enough for every dog to get one for breakfast some time soon. It’s very exciting for this city gal.
Our weekend of agility was not so exciting. Tweed opened our weekend with a beautiful Gamblers run on Friday night, a 1st place and a Q. Good boy! After setting the bar this high, he then proceeded to shame me for bragging on our many opening Gamble points by demolishing all three Standard runs he was entered in. Contacts? What are those? Barking and spinning at my feet? Sure why not, it works for Piper! Etc. And then in his last Standard run, he pulled a very strange move that I assumed was a fault, so I just ran the rest of the course balls out and didn’t make him stick his contact on the last obstacle. Ironically, it turned out that he hadn’t faulted in the beginning at all and if I had worked that contact, we would have had a Q. This old man dog will be the death of me.
It’s true. I’m trying to kill you with a variety of weapons.
As for Piper … well, her Advanced Gamble we can blame squarely on me because I forgot I entered it, didn’t walk it, panicked when I found out I was in it and it was, in fact, our turn … pulled her out of the truck, hurled her in the ring and then proceeded to fling her around the course at breakneck speed, generally in the wrong direction. She sure tried very hard to do everything I asked of her, and did a stellar job of racing into the wrong tunnel mouth in the closing Gamble, *exactly* where I sent her! Good girl.
Poor thing looked a little like this when the blessed whistle went and we finally could leave the demolished ring:
But in Advanced Jumpers, I guess she decided that if I was going to send her into the wrong tunnel mouths, she best not listen to my instructions in the future. So what might have been a beautiful run was destroyed when, halfway through the course, she second guessed my indicator and didn’t go in the tunnel. In watching the video, I can see that I dropped my arm and turned my body, which would normally be a cue to come with me … except that I was pretty sure she was committed to the tunnel, otherwise I would’ve held out longer. This little dog has NO commitment point to speak of, I swear.
Thanks to Auntie Jody and her iPhone, I can share the video with you!
She dropped the bar because since we had already gotten a refusal at the tunnel, I figured we may as well have some fun and just RUN REALLY FAST and I was talking to her the whole time, egging her on. Don’t talk to your dog over the bar when you run!
At the trial, I made the COLOSSAL mistake of musing aloud that perhaps, possibly, maybe, I had gotten lazy with my handling a little bit. The Sadist jumped on that one like TWooie on a turkey. If I never post to Wootube again, just listen for an Austrian screaming “I SAID AGAIN, FASTER!” and you’ll locate the man who killed me, somewhere in a barn in Langley.
For no reason at all, I end this post with a picture of Wootie, which at first appears lovely, until you notice his rather creepy, collegiate looking human teeth. *shudder*
There’s a rumour I may get five whole days off in a row next week, so hopefully I will have some more time to blog!