The time is now.


At first, I was going to keep this under my hat. Our little private moment that we have every single morning on the way to work because I am so good at getting up early enough to have our private moment every day before work that involves dragging heavy things around and getting wet and dirty before it’s time to get paid to get wet and dirty and drag heavy things around. It’s the dirty, draggy, damp hobby part of day.


I thought, maybe this could be a surprise for the internet. One day, I just saunter out onto my blog, in a bathrobe, sipping a nice cold beer straight from the cocktail shaker, and am all, “Oh. By the way. Internet. In our spare time, since we weren’t able to whip up that documentary film about the shady underbelly of dog agility which would be SO FASCINATING to EVERYBODY, I taught someone something and he’s really good at them and SURPRISE, internet!”


And then Gustavo would be the world champion agility dog and somebody would make a documentary about us and I would have a personal trainer and my foot wouldn’t hurt and we would win the lottery and buy a ranch and also someone would bring brownies that have salted caramel on them.


So I guess our little secret is out. We have a long ways to go. But someone is very, very, very happy about this project because in case you haven’t figured it out, ie, you are not one of my agility pals, you are like my Mom maybe and you wish Gary was in the photo and hope that I’m wearing sunscreen, it involves running as fast as you can, every single time. No stopping. Ever again.