Chase is in the Agility Prep class AGAIN — primarily because his “wait” is measured in nano seconds, as is his focus. Tonight he spent the first half hour railing against control. There were all these potential new friends and I was cramping his style. One classmate is a red/white Pem, but another is a black/white/brindle pointed Cardi. The Cardi is named Harry, but I think to Chase he looked like Kip. That resemblance created major strife as Chase tried to get over to “must-be-Kip”. Harry is dog aggressive, so had Chase managed to escape and meet up with Harry, it would have been ugly.
However, once we began doing obstacles, Chase settled into his high-speed attack-the-jump/tunnel/walk/table routine. I had to explain that he’d been held back and is repeating the class. I just hate acknowledging that he isn’t natively brilliant at agility, but has already made one pass at learning this stuff. What he did do tonight that he had not done in the last class was actively tug on a toy and run out to get it. It’s going to be so much easier to train him than it is, for instance, Inca who is absolutely uninterested in playing with stoopid toys. She just wants food!
So, we’re home, he’s flopped on the floor and I’m looking forward to flopping on the bed.