When agility dogs retire.


This is Buddy. And his cake crumbs.


He belongs to my friend Kathy. He had a retirement party this weekend, did his last runs in his 8 year agility career at the dog show yesterday. Even got that hard teeter gamble.


His future? Still bright, just not competing. Think more naps, cake, puttering in the garden, maybe take a ceramics class. Future is wide open for Buddy.

Team Small Dog? After this weekend, really hammered the reality into my noggin that my dogs love agility. Love it so much, when they practice and practice and practice. You see them practice, you’d be impressed with the way they shine like the biggest, hugest diamonds, diamonds 100 times the size of some motley little dogs. At the dog show?

Not.

And really started to think. Maybe that’s what they want to do. Retire from competition. Be practice dogs. Have a future like Buddy’s, except they keep doing their own private agility in the privacy of their own rented field in lieu of ceramics class.

Not sure. They get Q’s. Manage to win Steeplechase finals. But it’s not the same dogs I have at the dog show. A lot of people have given me advice, ideas to make them happier, bridge that gap from practice to dog show. Lots of advice, for lots of years. I’m relaxed and laid back and I always think we’re having fun. Have tried a lot to figure it out, have tried for many years now, actually.

But it’s like I have Stepford dogs out there, they’re not the ones I know that run manic and fast and accurate and most important, crazyhappy with complete over the top joy like they have when it’s just us doing it, or we’re at a class or practicing with friends.

In the grand scheme of global warming and economic crisis, a small problem to have. In the tiny scheme of my tiny little life and my tiny little dogs, feels like somewhat of a more grandiose, lumpy bump in my road.