Have you ever had the feeling…
…you were being watched?
“There’s nothing to do-o.”
Cai has played Hide-Behind-a-Tree-and-Wait-for-a-Ball so often, he’s got spots of spruce gum on his belly fur — and now, on his forehead!
And Fergus — well, the poor boy has never been to school. There must be more to life than playing outside, eating, and snoozing. Or maybe there isn’t; but it would be nice to know for sure.
Well. On Sunday afternoon, the whole family (except Cuca) went to…drumroll, please…agility class!
E.g. and I each took a camera, but never fired a single shot. We were so busy with the pupsters, and so thrilled with their attempts, that we forgot all about taking their pictures.
In the capital of the universe, Toronto, where we used to live, one’s dog had to get two obedience courses under his collar before being permitted to do agility. Not here. This trainer’s philosophy is that the dog wants to obey — the trick is to teach his human how to lead. Cai and Fergus each skipped over the poles and went through the tunnel just fine, but E.g. and I were given posture lessons and clicker training.
There was only one other dog, Bear, and his humans in the class, so we all got lots of practice time. In fact, the class ran over by half an hour before anyone noticed. By that time, the humans were as worn out as the dogs.
And we were all as happy as we were tired. E.g. and I were amazed at how well our boys followed us, leash or no leash. The young Bear, who shies from enclosed spaces (including the car), thrilled his parents by allowing himself to be coaxed through the tunnel. Gold stars all around.
The rest of the Dynamic Doggie Duo’s day went like this:
Supper for Cai and…Fergus? My, he’s quick!
There he goes, heading for the dining room/den. Meanwhile, Cuca is having some supper too (the dogs don’t climb stairs, so Cuca’s kibble is safe).
“I done good, didn’t I, Ma?”
“Yes, honey; ya done real good.”
Cai settles down, fondly reflecting on how much Mummy smiled at him, for playing, of all things!.
And Fergus, head against the wall, snores contentedly in a corner, his tummy full of kibble and training treats.