Number 237, you are accused of committing a crime.
How do you plead?
The evidence speaks for itself.
Not only chewing up your own leash but another’s leash as well. What do you have to say for yourself?
Guilty as charged. You are hereby sentenced to the chain gang.
No appeals allowed.
Last night I went to my agility class. The drive was fine until we started getting closer to the city. Then suddenly I was driving in a thick, heavy, icy fog. So I just slowed down considerably and all was well. It does keep the drive from getting boring.
During this class we did some straight line jumping over four jumps. I was happy with how Davin performed with this excercise. His jumping hasn’t always been the best. He tends to be lazy (I think) and knock bars. He seems to be knocking less bars at the moment. He also worked well on both the left and right sides.
Then a pin wheel was added to the jump sequence at the end with four more straight line jumps. Uhmm…He didn’t do too bad but kept wanting to run where the food originally was for the last exercise and therefore missing the pin wheel jump towards the last sequence. When we changed sides he started missing/avoiding some of the jumps. This is where I notice that my handling and timing generally sucks.
We went on to do front crosses. By this time I think that I was starting to lose Davin’s attention. We were in two groups and when I would start the excercise Davin would run over to the other group where Amanda was. We switched groups and he did a little better. When then moved on to rear crosses and for sure my timing and handling sucked.
Over all I thought Davin did pretty good and I am learning lots about timing and handling. It was a fun night except for the drive back home in the fog.
On the weekend I went to the ranch where Davin’s dad and sister are. It was cold as usual but great fun for the dogs.
Davin’s sister on the left and his dad on the right having fun on the bales.
A winter walk on the prairie…brrrr
with huskies and Aussies
But then the best part, the real reason I went to the ranch.
Puppies! Cute four-week old Aussie puppies!
There is a possibility that this one thinks he is a retriever.
Apparently being a puppy is very thirsty work.
I’m just happy I didn’t get any urges for another puppy. I was a little nervous going to see them in all their cuteness.
It’s amazing around here how one day it is -20 c and the next day it is +5 c. Of course me and the dogs had to go and enloy the great outdoors on New Years Day.
I never get tired of the scenery around here.
The snow is quite deep. But that’s good since it gives the dogs a good workout.
With warm weather and deep snow there happens to be a slight problem.
Apparently Davin finds them annoying. At every opportunity he drops and starts ripping them out of his fur.
But really it is a lost cause. They just keep growing.
If you are little, you will actually start turning into a snowman. Much to Tim’s relief we were able to stop the process just in the nick of time.
As Davin looked on in amazement.
Shortly after we got home the house seemed a little too quiet. Quiet can mean that Davin is up to no good so I went searching for him. I guess my bed is the most comfy place in the house for a tuckered out dog.