Last night at Dirt Nite, tried to run Ruby. Set the jumps so tiny, at 8″ and she was just careening around, knocking bars, launching herself crazy like onto the table. Train wreck. Ruby. Ruby. Ruby. She needs glasses and prosthetic legs. She sure wants to run, it’s just a little frightening to watch.

Ran Otterpop some, with the jumps so tiny. Am a little freaked out to run her now, worried that left knee is just about to blow. Maybe she just needs to join a swim team. Her doc will look at that leg tomorrow and see what she thinks.

But little Gustavo. Who one year ago, could not do weave poles, and had his first ever agility lesson. I looked back in time, thank you blog! Ran around in the dirty dark like a champion star. I may be flicking away like a muthaflickah, a new bad habit of mine which we have just noticed which I do under the guise of rear cross. (No wonder Hobbes gets sad when I rear cross.) I may be continually late, as I struggle to dash into each new spot out there so he knows where to go. I am still figuring out how to run him, and not always figuring out well. But he ran like a star, then came home and fell asleep in my lap.

Thanks, Gustavo. Might not be the same as running up the path to the pond, but it takes a close second.