One of the fun things I got to do with my mom on my vacation was to play some agility! Mom has been working with me to go over the jumps better. (Apparently, she cares whether or not the fall apart after I go throu . . . er . . . over them.)
Anyway, while she has been making me practice this, and also just practice paying attention to what she wants me to do instead of making it up on my own, she hasn't let me play any agility where there are lots of other people and dogs and ribbons and stuff.
So, when I realized I was actually going to get to do that again, I got so excited I lost my head. And mom got so nervous she lost her's. So our first day wasn't so great. But then we both pulled ourselves together a little bit and we worked much better together for the rest of the time.
Mom says I still have to work a lot more on my jumping but that is is much improved from the days when I would leave the ring and none of the jumps would be standing.
And she says I did a real good job listening to her and going where she wanted me to. So, she was happy about that.
Mom says I need to work on weaving when excited, though. She claims I am not collecting myself before entering and so I end up skipping a pole which requires me to start over. She says that at my level, the weave poles aren't faulted, they just need to be completed correctly, but once you reach the higher levels once the dog enters correctly they may be faulted if they don't finish properly. So she says I have to work on that too. I just like to go really fast, though.
Here are some videos.
This is me doing a nice job of keeping jumps up, in a Jackpot run. In this game, I can do any obstacles my mom wants me to do to earn points until the whistle blows, then she has to have me do the gamble obstacles without her crossing the line. Since I am still at a low level, there is very little distance between the line and the obstacles. It was way easy!
Here is a Standard run where I also keeps all the jumps up.
This is Mom and I running a Wildcard course. Mom caused an off course with a poorly executed front cross, but I keep up all of the jumps. :) Oh, if you don't know what Wildcard is, there are three places on the course where there is a choice of obstacles and because of the level I'm in my mom needs to choose 2 easy and 1 hard for me to do. In the level I am in, I am allowed an off course and just have to complete the weaves, so I did Q.
Hey everybody, my mum has something cool to tell you! ArthurGOOD!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6 amazing lives were welcomed into the world. Born to a throwaway mom, who arrived in rescue in time to ensure a wonderful life for herself and her pups.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABYDOGS! Please enjoy a quick slideshow of their infant photos. :~)
Gael (fna: Black Ice) born Nov. 10th, 10:10 pm, 288 grams
My mom wants to write on my blog today, everybody, so I'm gonna let her (even though she should be studying!) ArthurGOOD!
Amy here: I've been blessed with such wonderful animal friends. I just wanted to take a moment and remember my dear friends who are no longer with me.
My little princess kitty, Friday. Friday arrived as a fat little kitten when I was 10 years old. I finally had to let her go when I was 28. In her 18 years, she was my constant companion, and even came to college with me, and made several moves afterwards, taking each one in stride. Not only was she strikingly beautiful, she was soft, sweet, and always there for me. After losing her, I at first swore I would never again have another cat. It took almost a year before I changed my mind, and I've ended up adding three to fill the void my special Friday cat left in my life. I'm not sure I actually accomplished that, but the new kitties are delightful in their own right. Dust was my very first dog. I adopted him just days after graduating from college. He was 5.5 years old at the time. He was everything I wanted to a dog. He was such a handsome, fluffy boy! He loved toys and playing fetch. He loved going for hikes, camping, kayaking, taking long walks. He came to work with me while I worked on an AmeriCore placement after graduation. Loyal to the end, he made many moves and taught the ropes to many newcomers. I finally had to let him go just months shy of his 16th birthday. What an amazing dog he was! Miss Nell was my first "real" border collie, and my second dog. She came to me at the age of 8, I had been contacted by her owner looking to give her up, but then hadn't heard from him for a few days. Then, after a thunder storm, animal control brought in a stray Border Collie. To make a long story short, it was the same dog. Nell introduced me to the wonders of sheep herding. She was a true border collie, loving, loyal, soft temperament. She had no use for other dogs, except her "hero" Dust, but she tolerated them and taught them respect for their elders. Miss Nell developed what we believe was degenerative myleopathy, and I had to let her go when she was 15. Dear Poppy Quest came to me at the age of 8 months. I was told she was deaf, but I knew within moments that she could here. What a joy PQ was! Everywhere she went, she delighted people. At the dogpark in FL she was known as "the circle dog" because she would run in huge counterclockwise circles around us as we walked and played. She loved to fetch, and if you were working at the desk she would stack toys up behind your back in your chair, and gentle poke you with her nose to try and get your attention. PQ was, horribly, a victim of grape toxicity, and despite best efforts of the wonderful doctors at Tufts University, we were unable to save her. She left us shortly before her 4th birthday. My little herd of piggies, Lightning, Electra, RainStorm, and Windy, so much joy in such little packages: Alexander and Annabelle, true loves, reunited again:
They are all missed so very, very much. I know I will see them again, and picture them happy and playing together until we meet again.