November 15th 2008 7:34 am
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My mom has said for a while that maybe she should look into agility lessons for me. By a while, I mean years! The first time she said anything about it was right around the time Éowyn came home. I think it may have been the day Éowyn got spayed, because Mommy sent me to daycare, so I could play all day and get tired. Then I wouldn't be so upset that Éowyn wasn't allowed to play for a while.

Well, I had never been to that daycare before. They kept me in a fenced area away from the other dogs. One lady stayed in there with me. I kept telling her we should go see the other dogs. That lady was just not getting the hint. So I jumped most the way up the 6 foot, chainlink fence and climbed over to show her how easy it was. Then I jumped back over to see if she needed my help.

I guess that's unusual, cause they made a big fuss over me. Then when Mommy came, they all started talking about agility. Mommy said she'd have to make sure me having a 66 screw bone plate wasn't going to hurt me if I took lessons. And then, well, life happened.

Not that I'm complaining. We were always going on outings, and I even got a chance to take some formal training. I knew that stuff already, so I just showed off and told off the youngsters when they didn't do it right.

But this last spring, I started my first agility lessons. I don't think I've ever been so excited! It is the most fun I have ever have. And the best thing is, it's all about me. I don't have to share Mommy, my teacher, or the facility with anyone while I'm there. I get all the attention and all the treats.

It's pretty easy stuff. I think Mommy has a harder time with it, cause she has to stare at everything, deciding which way to go for a while before we get started. Just go! Jumps, hoops, walks, A-frame, teeter, table, tunnel, shute, and weave polls! Yeah! Just show me the treats!

Mommy is so proud of me. She keeps talking about her 8 year old hound with a 6 scew bone plate taking agility and doing great. My instructor who competes nationally, says that I do just awesome and would be lightning fast if I'd stop howling after every obsticle. What does she know? I'm expressing myself.