OK, ok. I'm not really a champion. I'm a graduate. But, since I used "the Graduate" for a blog post a few weeks ago, I've got to change it up some. And really, this ribbon can't get any bigger. It's champion worthy, in my opinion.
This is my gal pal, Ainsley. She passed with flying colors. Granted, it took a couple of tries, but she got it in the end. Maddie, on the other hand, was not as fortunate. See that lead? Tight as could be. She was doomed. Maybe next time, girlfriend.
After my test, of course, I got to go to the dog park to release some pent up energy. Here's me chillaxing with my ball.
Who's that foxy lady over my shoulder? That's Janearoo, or Jillaroo, or some sort of combination thereof. Weird how we have similar names. Are we related?
Anyway... I'm proud of my bling. What does it all mean? Apparently, I'm good to go to the agility training. From there, the sky's the limit. Who knows where this degree will take me.
Now, no one told me that there'd be a test involved. I'm starting to freak out.
I've been "auditing" a class (well, at least I thought I was auditing one), and everything was going great until I heard Elle tell Abe about a test on Thursday. A test? When were they going to tell me? Shouldn't that be on a syllabus or something. Granted, I can't read much, but still. Notice would be nice. I'm all nervous now.
They say I've got to test for Canine Good Citizen training. Apparently, this is like a big freaking deal. If I fail this, I can't do all the other stuff Elle wants me to do like therapy dog stuff where me and my posse go around and sniff old people. OK, playing with little kids at some children's hospital might be fun, too. Old people? Not so much. Well, unless they've got treats or forget to eat their Jello or something. Maybe I can make a killing at the old folks home.
Wait a minute. That doesn't sound right. Crud, I wish my dew claws worked better because I'd probably delete that. Anyway... no I'm not advocating killing old people. What do you take me for? Sigh.
OK, so this test is on Thursday and it involves greeting strangers, sitting, staying, coming, down, being separated for three minutes, and other tasks as assigned. If I pass, then I can go to the class I've been dying (damn...) wanting to go to which is the agility training.
Can't you see the inherent skill there? Anyway... Thursday approaches, and there's a whole bunch of new people in town. You think maybe it's because they're taking the test too? Crap. I didn't think of that! The pressure is on now!
Apparently, my energy level has reached new heights. Even though I wear a "traffic" calming cap in the car, it doesn't work much. Like I suspected, it had an effect for a few days because wouldn't you chill out some with that on your head, then I'm back to my old vocal self in the car. No surprise, really. As Abe and Elle have told their friends, I'm not dumb.
Abe took me for a nine-mile run this morning. Yes, you read that right. Nine-miles. Stud, I am. That's like 9/13ths of a half marathon. Can you imagine me running a half marathon? I know. I'm, like, elite. Soon, race directors are going to pay me to run their race. They're going to shower me with "perks" like, homemade doggie bones, or trips to the spa. Look here. Somebody bought me this fish-thing toy as though that's gonna sway me one way or the other.
Me and my new friend
Me killing my new friend!
Anyway.... this little guy is fun. Hopefully Abe and Elle won't be too annoyed by his squeaking. I think I heard they are going to take him away from me at night. We'll see if me and Pearl can't jailbreak him sometime when Abe and Elle aren't looking.
OK, OK. I'll explain. I've gotten a lot of email this week regarding this photo:
I know... pretty scary, huh? Well, I've got a problem. I know it's easy for some to admit that they have addictions. You know, you go to a BA meeting (bones anonymous if you don't know), and you sit in a circle and talk about how you just can't get enough rawhide. It's like crack, not that I know what that is. It's something Abe's talked about.
Anyway... my addiction, car rides. They are nothing if not ridiculously exciting. First it starts off with minor whining sounds, then I make really wicked moaning sounds. Then, when the excitement overcomes me like some sort of worshiper at a Revival, it's like Whoo hoo! Man, I can feel the excitement right now. Can't you? Cars whizzing by and ZAP, my head spins around following that car coming at us, and WOW goes everything and all I can do is YOAWOAHOO!
Deep breath. Inhale... exhale...
Apparently, my noises are unbecoming. Or so I've been told. Thus, Abe and Elle make me where a calming cap.
Still, it's not like I'm not going to figure out that I'm in a car and going somewhere fun, I'll just try to be a little more reserved in expressing my excitement. We'll see. It only sorta contains my noises. Once they figure out that it's not going to work, they'll figure out some other calming technique.