The expected and the unexpected
This weekend, Lilly added a new caveat to her pantheon of peccadilloes. The rule – she won’t run agility at the training field unless no one else is there – morphed into she won’t run agility unless no one is there when we arrive AND the entire time we’re there. I thought if we just waited until everyone left she would be fine. I was wrong.
She watched the final two dogs leave. I even walked her around the field on leash to prove we were alone, but it did not matter. There were dogs there when we arrived, and she refused to work.
As you can see from this photo, her body and face seem relaxed. Her ears are up. Her head is up. When I looked closely, however, I could see that she was shaking a little sometimes. Like shivering, through her smiles.
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<p>The sum total of our practice included a few dog walk runs, one, low adjustable teeter run, and maybe three jumps. That’s it. Granted, she did those few things while the final two dogs were in the ring, so I guess that’s something. But, I had to keep her on leash and cajole the heck out of her to get her to move. </p>
<p>I jackpotted her like crazy for everything. But, she still wanted to leave.</p>
<p>Maybe I should be thankful that she no longer crawls under or behind this shed to hide. Say it with me, Perspective. </p>
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