Getting ready for the Sylvia Trkman seminar by regressing into an insecure, hair wadded diva.


My friend Rob took this at the last USDAA trial we were at. Like a couple weeks ago. Not in the ’70’s. Has that fadey, expired kodachrome vibe to it that makes me think of levi’s cords and macrame plant holders and owls with giant cartoon eyes. I think the photo is lovely, though. Far more lovely than my soccer shoes and baggy shorts from the Target sale rack and slumpy posture and messy hair wad and rope tied onto little dog. Is very much not working for me. Whatever happened to my quest for cuteness and style in dog agility? Kittens? Have we somehow moved off track here? This is what my world has come to?

And also, perhaps of equal import, where is my dog looking? Certainly not gazing up into my eyes but off into the distance where there could be cats. Tunnels. Border collies. Snacks. This makes me pause for thought. In a week and a half, I’m taking a seminar with agility luminary and dog trick trainer Sylvia Trkman. She of the fewer vowels than we’re used to, but who makes up for lack of vowels with amazingness in dog training. This is like the agility equivalent of going to lunch with Axl Rose. Momentous occassion. Will happen rain or shine. Something new and completely different.

I looked at the email offering up some details this evening, and perused the names of the others on the list. This is the magic of email, if you’re going to a party and you’re all, Who ELSE is going to be there? The email tells all. And it’s certainly almost all people I know. Hi, some of you! But a leaning towards people who go to places like Europe to win in dog shows. Who win the biggest, shiniest awards at the USDAA Nationals. We’ll all be seminaring with togetherness.

I joined this seminar with Otterpop in mind. And I would like to run her in it as much as possible. But I think it would be really interesting to run Gustavo in it as well. It’s called Masters Handling. He’s a little bit in Masters. Where I attempt to handle him. Except when I look at the party invite cheat sheet list and read those names, my first thought is, uh, they all have really TRAINED dogs. And how humbling would it be to run Gustavo, a dog who beautifully illustrates all my shortcomings as a trainer?

Oh, this is the part where you are all, Ha HA! Yeessss! Because now, that would be a Really Good Story.