Flying Poodles

It’s New Year’s Day…

Well, it’s New Year’s Day. I always use it as a day to think about the coming year and what I want to accomplish. Not resolutions so much as plans.

Anyway, this year I want to accomplish these things in agility:

• run faster (me and the dogs)
• run clean more often in competition, which will mean being more precise about my handling
• get Elly some titles that aren’t novice titles (she has nine novice titles!) while making sure she’s still having a good time
• teach Dancer the teeter so well that she loves it

I have some big dreams that I want to make progress towards:

• I’d like to move both Elly and Dancer into Excellent level competition

Outside of agility:

• I want to get the book my sister and I are working on out the door and get it published.

Yesterday in the afternoon I took Elly and Dancer to Camp Charlie to play with Raven and Diane. The dogs had a lovely time and ran and ran and ran. Elly, of course, dug and dug and dug in between bouts of racing and chasing. She didn’t catch anything though. But there was another dog there that joined us for a bit and I got nearly knocked over in the course of the roughhousing, and ended up so sore that I took a hot bath and two advil, skipped dinner, and went to bed with a book. (In this case, it was a trashy murder mystery about knitting) I was asleep by 9. This morning I’m fine, though.

I’ve been surprised that Elly had no ill effects from her meal of vole. She’s allergic to so many things. But nothing. In fact, at the trial Saturday she was running like her tail was on fire.