I want to apologize for the Relentlessly Uncouth blogging about his number twos yesterday. I hope that none of MY friends were offended. But you know, simple minds tend to dwell on simple things.
Not me. I think about ACTION and TRICKS and.... AGILITIES!
Even though momma has been too lazy to take me to agilities school, I have still been practicing and am optimistic that I will actually get her to take me this week.
My weave poles, well, what can I say, I am a blur!
I tend to get quite enthusiastic about our agilities practice and sometimes just feel I have to JUMP! As you can see, I am quite capable of landing a smoochie on momma's face even when she is standing up. That typically elicits squeals of joy from her (and sometimes HBO words too).
Of course it helps motivate me if there is a nommy cookie involved.
The key to successful weave poles is getting your entrance right. I expect momma to help me find the entrance, but sometimes she confuses me and I need to stop and ask her what the heck she is talking about.
But then we get it right.... like buttah!
Oh man! The Relentlessly Clumsy is always howling and moaning at the window when I practice and he is such a total momma's boy that he gets to come out and "weave."
And do his version of jumping which involves elevating his incredibly dense front end about two inches off the ground (don't strain yourself with too much actual movement there, big guy). At least he caught the cookie that time.
Sigh, once he is through with his practicing my agility course is demolished.
That's OK, I had curly tongue fun. Can't wait to do it all again.
You can see my exciting weave pole movie by clicking here.
Look at me! I must be the most handsomest labradog ever (at least that is what momma is always telling me).