So flyball, the background for me. When I was just a puppy, Mom took me to the pet store, it was having this fun thing called a Grand Opening. And there were these dogs there, and they had my favorite thing, the BALL!!! And they got to run and play too. I barked and fussed and did everything I could to join them. Really it wasn't that hard right, run down, jump, get ball....no problem! The really cool people there talked my mom into coming out to this thing called "practice." It was tons of fun, I did really good, I ran down and jumped and got the ball. I even brought it back to Mom, well kind of....anyway, we kept trying and the people kept adding jumps and dogs and all kinds of nonsense until a few months later I got to play! Really play, at a thing called a tournament that the other big dogs got to play at. Well I got really wound up and didn't do it right, so no more tournaments for me for a while.
Mom says it took almost three years for me to figure out the whole game. Now I'm a pro! Anyone from anywhere can be my handler, what are they for anyway? I know the game! I've even trained my boys and my girl to hold on to me so I don't go to early. It's tons of fun but also can be frustrating when I don't get to play when I want to! More later!
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