Bail can do better! ...or so he thinks.
Lilly got to work on agility jumps today. I can't tell whether she really even likes it yet. Lilly seems generally annoyed by expending energy just for the sake of expending energy. She would be happy to chase small furry animals for hours, but roller blading makes her look at me wondering what kind of drugs I might be on, and when I'm planning to end this nonsense and just take her home. The same seems to go for the jumps. She looks at me as if to say "Yes, Mom, I know what 'hup' means... I just don't know WHY you are asking me to do it."
I wonder if they offer herding lessons anywhere around here.
I can tell you Bailey was pretty pissed that he had to stay in the fence while she did it. Bailey likes the jumps. Bailey, for that matter, likes anything that he can do in a wild and out of control manner in order to push me just a little closer to a full out stroke. It's just his way.
I keep telling him he's getting too old for it, and he's going to hurt himself if he's not more careful. He thinks that's hogwash. I can't say I blame him. Sometimes, in my mind, I can still do cartwheels without pulling a groin muscle and rendering myself crippled for a week. It's the body that serves as the violent reminder that, No, you most certainly cannot still do everything you could 10 years ago.
Anyway, when Lilly and I were finished (and I had reached the level of sweatiness I was willing to tolerate for one training session), I figured I would let Bailey have his fun. I was pretty impressed that he didn't cheat the jumps, which has always been his specialty. Of course, the jumps were very much in a straight line.
Yes, Bailey knows how to do a "Sit/Stay", but he really does not like to sit anymore. I can tell it hurts him. So, I don't make him.
Usually, if he has to stay for any length of time, he will just lay down.
Lilly got to work on agility jumps today. I can't tell whether she really even likes it yet. Lilly seems generally annoyed by expending energy just for the sake of expending energy. She would be happy to chase small furry animals for hours, but roller blading makes her look at me wondering what kind of drugs I might be on, and when I'm planning to end this nonsense and just take her home. The same seems to go for the jumps. She looks at me as if to say "Yes, Mom, I know what 'hup' means... I just don't know WHY you are asking me to do it."
I wonder if they offer herding lessons anywhere around here.
I can tell you Bailey was pretty pissed that he had to stay in the fence while she did it. Bailey likes the jumps. Bailey, for that matter, likes anything that he can do in a wild and out of control manner in order to push me just a little closer to a full out stroke. It's just his way.
I keep telling him he's getting too old for it, and he's going to hurt himself if he's not more careful. He thinks that's hogwash. I can't say I blame him. Sometimes, in my mind, I can still do cartwheels without pulling a groin muscle and rendering myself crippled for a week. It's the body that serves as the violent reminder that, No, you most certainly cannot still do everything you could 10 years ago.
Anyway, when Lilly and I were finished (and I had reached the level of sweatiness I was willing to tolerate for one training session), I figured I would let Bailey have his fun. I was pretty impressed that he didn't cheat the jumps, which has always been his specialty. Of course, the jumps were very much in a straight line.
Yes, Bailey knows how to do a "Sit/Stay", but he really does not like to sit anymore. I can tell it hurts him. So, I don't make him.
Usually, if he has to stay for any length of time, he will just lay down.
Can I just say how funny I find it that Lilly is running right along side him... on the OUTSIDE of all the jumps. Hilarious! Little brat.
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