On Saturday, our agility (club? class? school? training association? group? let’s go with group) group put on a demonstration at the 1st Annual Rescue Dog Show put on by Atlantic Small Dog Rescue. If you are a total dog geek like me, you can find links to photos of the event here.
Being who I am, I waffled back and forth about going. Initially, I was stunned one of our trainers even asked us, knowing how wild our dog is in new environments. I was flattered she thought we would help put on a good show. My PH was even more reluctant that I was. If I remember correctly, his response to my text message was something like, “Are they insane??”
For whatever reason – maybe because I am a little bit crazy – the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. Even though participating in an agility demonstration wasn’t an item on my life list it probably should have been. The very first time I encountered the sport was as a kid watching a demonstration with my father at a local event. Since I’ve always been just a wee bit dog obsessed, I was amazed at what the dogs could do. It looked like so much fun. From that time on, I’d always wanted to try agility one day myself. Twenty years later, I finally have the chance to be the one in the ring, showing off my dog’s skills. I couldn’t turn away from such an opportunity.
How did it go? Of course I got my PH to take video, so you can see for yourself. All I will say is, it could have been a lot worse. I won’t even bring up how she jumped on top of the registration table and terrified the poor volunteer. We’ve never performed in front of a live audience of strangers before. The room was crowed and the noise level was intense. I could yell all I wanted and she couldn’t hear me. Since I rely on my voice almost entirely to get her attention, it was a challenge.
What is most important is that we had a fantastic time. And I hope we get to do it again.