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The
day didn't start out well. We slept in; it had snowed the night before; and
the car got stuck in the driveway - ah the joys of owning a small car. As we
drove up the on ramp to the highway, a large bus passed us. With the highway
being elevated, the bus sprayed the top of our car with a snow slush/salt mixture.
The car was completely covered and our visibility was definitely compromised.
It was not a good start to the day. This all occurred at 7 am on a very cold
February morning.
We arrived on time at
the agility trial and our group was all there. The facility was nice, good
equipment, a snack bar, and warm. We registered for one run in "prestarters"
and another in "starters" - the 10" high group. Each run cost
$ 6.00 Canadian, which we thought was a great deal. Baxter was measured for
the first time and was 15 1/2" tall, which put him into the 16"
high jump group. Considering this was our first "trial", we picked
the 10" high jump group. Since most of the people there we preparing
for an indoor meet in 2 weeks, they also registered in groups that were just
a little lower than what they would be competing in a few weeks.
Because we registered
first in our group, we were the very first into the ring. I felt we were under
enough pressure, and suggested that a Yorkie go first. (I was glad this was
an informal meet, and we could make changes). Well the Yorkie was simply too
much. This dog spun around like a tornado all over the course. Spin, bark,
jump - spin, bark, jump and on and on. Well I thought we couldn't look any
more ridiculous and off we went.
Unfortunately Baxter decided
to be a terrier first, and then maybe do some agility on the way. He wandered
all over the course, sniffing and inspecting, and definitely ignoring any
of my commands. The more he ignored me, the more I fell apart, but I did manage
to stay on course. I not sure how we got around the course - it all became
a blur. He eventually did do most of the equipment, but refused the collapsible
tunnel because it was a different colour and length than he was use to. The
dreaded weave poles had guide wires on them. He had never seen guide wires
before, but then neither had I, and of course he refused them as well.
All I can say is that
we made it through and exited the course with a "little" dignity.
Of course we got the usual comments of what type of dog is he, how adorable
he was, etc. but it didn't make me feel any better. I talked to Ed and he
made some very helpful comments on improving my performance. Our friends who
we were sitting with offered good criticism, and finally we went and saw our
coach. She pointed out that Baxter was being Baxter, meaning that our first
run is always going to be a throw away. However, he technically did everything
well, and since it was all new equipment he did remarkably well. As I watched
the remaining prestarters go - about another 1 hour, I began to realize we
were not as bad as thought. It wasn't until another dog ran off the course
and directly into the kitchen that I realized that Baxter at least stayed
on the course. THIS WAS A MAJOR IMPROVEMENT. Baxter also completely ignored
the judge who was also in the ring - another plus.
The second run - "starters"
- was run as a real trial. All of the equipment was set at regulation height,
no collars or leashes allowed. Again, another dog (a poodle no less) went
ahead of us due to their time restraints. I didn't mind at all. This time,
I ensured that Baxter focused on me with a little treat. You were allowed
treats in the ring for prestarters and starters only. And off we went. The
little bugger nailed every pieced of apparatus without the assistance of any
treats. I couldn't believe it. Our positioning was good. Baxter was following
commands - hell he was acting like an old pro out there. We had only 2 refusals.
He went thru the chute, but turned around with only a foot to go. Again the
length of the material was different, and he decided he had gone far enough
and the thing was never going to end. We tried a second time, but without
much success. He also refused the weave poles, of course. We finished the
course perfectly, and I was really thrilled with his performance. He couldn't
have done better given that we are both novices.
And the crowd reaction
to him was really different this time. Suddenly we were no longer rank amateurs
- and I had a dog that could do agility. I know it was a small accomplishment,
but it felt great. We are now ready for competition!
This was a big hurdle
for us to get over (sorry for that pun). Now we can focus on subtleties of
commands, body movement, timing, positioning. I am not worried about the chute.
Baxter just needs to be exposed to more equipment, and we will spend this
season perfecting weave poles. I have already put an order in with my Dad
to make a set of them for the back yard. We have also been signed up for 7
demos this summer, and I will have to get organized and find out about meets.
All in all, I was really
pleased with the day. Baxter got the usual treats and hugs. And we had lots
of attitude from him by the early evening just to ensure that he was still
Baxter. But the thing I really like about Baxter is his attitude. He knows
he can do it, he does it, and then gives this look of that was no big deal.
But don't ask him to do it repetitively - that is just plain boring.
Bill & Baxter (I am
a STAR and don't you ever forget it) |