It’s official – the BFF really gets to run at agility trials. We all went to Michigan last month and I actually saw her get to run. It was her first time running outdoors and she really needed to sniff things. She told me that she could smell bunnies but I don’t think she should be doing that when she’s supposed to be running. I wouldn’t stop to sniff if I got to run. I guess she did pretty well because she got some letters behind her name – NAJ.
Then, the week after that she went to another trial. That weekend I stayed home with dad and The Cowboy. She said that there were other good things to sniff but somehow she managed to get more letters behind her name. Now she’s Stargate’s Crosstown Classic NA NAJ. She thinks that makes her really special. Whatever. I say if she can’t be bothered to do her weaves at a trial then she shouldn’t try to sound so important. The rumor is that she’ll be stuck in Open forever. She ran again the other week. Mom said she did okay but I know she didn’t come home with any ribbons.
The Red Dog ran at those trials, too. I guess that suck-up is still doing a good job. He got more QQs. More Dairy Queen. Does he share with the poor Blue Dog? No. Of course not. It’s always all about The Red Dog.
Or is it? I’m trying to not get too excited but I’ve heard some talk around the house lately that might mean I get to run at an agility trial.
ME!!!!!!! RUNNING!!!!!! AGILITY!!!!!!! TRIAL!!!!!!!
Okay. I need to calm down. I tend to get in trouble when I am too excited. My brain just kind of shuts down and I start jumping up and down on anyone and everyone I see. I won’t believe it until it actually happens but I sure hope it does. Please keep your fingers and paws crossed for me that it’s really true.
Finally, I have some very sad news. The dog world lost a really wonderful dog named Buckley. He was a red dog, but he was the good kind of red dog. He had lots of fancy letters before and after his name. I didn’t know him very well but when we were at the park last year he gave me some really good advice on things to sniff and eat off the ground. Here’s a picture from last fall – he’s on the left, I’m on the right and our bratty sisters are in between. That was a good day.
Buckley will be missed by all of his friends and admirers, but by none more than Jason, Polly and Rainey.
