Spring and Mr. Woo have decided to try out, doing a tumbling routine:
Don’t tell me that tumbling isn’t dancing … a guy danced the “life cycle of the praying mantis” on the show the other night, so that makes pretty much *anything* “dancing.”
Spring is happy to have her wrasslin’ buddy back from Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Tweed doesn’t ‘believe’ in wrestling with little girl dogs, plus the mean Handler Lady wouldn’t let him do anything all weekend other than play agility and rest. And Dexter just lies down, which is no fun for Springles.
The WooTWoo were surprisingly well behaved for their grandparents, except for once incident with an off leash schnauzer, during which one of the rolly polly duo slipped his collar and made a break for it. Obviously that was Wootie, as otherwise I’d be telling you about TWooie being locked in Doggie Jail for killing a schnauzer! You gotta love moms though, don’t you? First thing mine did was cheerfully announce that the WooTWoo did not miss me at all. Then when I told her that Tweed won the, you know, Regional Championship, she said “Well, isn’t that nice?” the same way you might if you saw a teenager help an old lady carry her groceries or something ;-)
Oh my super duper Champion. He is so many kinds of awesome. Isn’t that nice?
It wasn’t very nice when he fell out of my truck at class last night :( No harm done though, today he is as good as new!
Here are some videos from Regionals. This is Tweed’s first clean Standard round. We had a brief negotiation over the dogwalk contact … I said “You touch that yellow part, you dirty rat bastard” and he replied “what’s in it for me?” and I said “cheese?” so he touched it :) Also, he probably could have made that second weave pole entry without the redirect – 99% of the time he hits his entry. But I was not about to let 1% mess up our Regionals, so I ate a little bit of time and played it ultra safe.. He either got 2nd or 3rd place for this run, I think it was 3rd:
In (rather sharp) contrast, here is Dexter’s Disaster Known as Standard 1: first off course on the 4th obstacle, multiple refusals at the first set of weaves, COMPLETE denial that the tire even exists, and then a sudden shift in attitude, where he forgets that as recently as last week, all jumps were rear crosses, and he no longer knows how to rear cross. Le sigh. Maniac.
In Tweed’s second Standard, we once again met at the negotiating table for his dogwalk contact, and this time I offered STEAK so we got that one too :). Otherwise, he was very wonderful!
In Dex’s Standard 2 he decides that he’ll play it safe and take EVERY FREAKIN’ OBSTACLE IN THE RING no matter where I would prefer he went, and also he has at this point decided that bars look much prettier on the ground than suspended in the air.
In Tweed’s first Jumpers, he narrowly, oh-so-closely avoids an off course tunnel which was all my fault, but he saved my ass by ever so smoothly veering away and coming back to the correct tunnel without a refusal. He still managed to get a 4th place even with losing those few seconds:
We didn’t get his Jumpers 2 on video, because our videographer was running her dog in another ring at the same time, but, it was perfect right down the last toenail placement.
UNLIKE Dexter’s Jumpers 1, which involved multiple off courses in the first 10 seconds of play, then a personality switch where he decides to run the second half of the course completely clean. Seriously, maybe he’s possessed?
As for Jumpers 2. Really, there are no words for the places this dog goes when the spirit moves him!
I have the first day Gambles on video too, but you get the idea – Tweed good, Dexter … something else!
When people see Dexter move, I believe they imagine playing agility with him looks like this:
In reality, playing agility with Dexter looks like this:
The Sadist thinks that Dexter believes his job is to take everything in the ring at top speed. This is really just another way of saying that Dexter has extension up the yin yang, and no collection to speak of, and also he poo-poohs my presence in the ring. So we’re going back to basics again with him, and last night at class while everyone else got to do full courses, Dexter got to do FOUR obstacles, and was rewarded only for following my direction. And he was mad …so mad!! Normally when he gets his tug toy, he lays down on top of it lest someone steal it. This is is favouritest reward ever, to be allowed to conceal his tuggie with his chest. But last night he would grab the tug and beat the shit out of it – he actually left divots in the earth from slamming it to the ground over and over again.
In the end, I think it really just boils down the simple fact that Dexter would be a lot better at agility if he had some legs!
At this rate, Spring is going to eclipse him in no time. She’s so awesome she doesn’t even need equipment to practice on!
All she needs is a very, very fat Mr. Woo.
ZOMG, he is so fat.
Tomorrow our agility club, Paws Squad, is holding a Fun Match in New Westminster. Originally I had planned to run Wootie, just as a crowd pleaser. But he is so fat I am not only a little worried about him doing equipment, I am also embarrassed to take him out in public. First order of business as soon as I have some money again is to get his thyroid tested, cuz there is no way this is just from eating. Even his brother is skinny, but Wootie just keeps getting fatter.
So Springaling is going to run instead. But no matter how awesome she gets, she will never be as awesome as Mr. Tweedles!
And hey, if anyone ever creates a contest for the dog who can drool the most, best and longest, Dexter will surely win!
Seriously. So gross.