It just shows how much you can do with a couple of home-made jumps. Agility class today went brilliantly. Shiva and I even one a mini competition. One I did not at all expect to even do well in. Proving, of course, that my dog is a thousand times smarter than me when it comes to athletics. No big surprise there.
Shiva – an agile, well-muscled dog born to compete in sports.
Me – an unco-ordinated, not-so-muscley human born to read books in a quiet room.
But that’s what I mean. If I am pulling this off. Me, the world’s most unlikely athlete. I struggle with basic aerobics, no joke. It’s kinda embarrassing. But if I can do this agility handling thing with even limited success, then how amazing is out instructor? How amazing is our dog?
Right now I’m sitting on the couch typing and drinking a glass of pinot grigio (Argento, it’s awesome) while the PH and Shiva are playing tug on the floor. A particularly raucous game judging by the sounds they are both making. Really, he should be Shiva’s agility partner. Not me. He’s the natural athlete. He’s the one with all the co-ordination and skill. And yet…
We’re all a team, I guess. Right now, in this moment, it works. We haven’t won any titles yet. Nonetheless, I do believe we’re getting there.
ETA: It took awhile to get Shiva to pose for this shot because she kept jumping over the bar instead of staying still. Another good sign, I think.