I'm an Iron Dog!

We went to the CanAm classic tournament in Indianapolis last weekend. It was fun, lots of racing, seeing people we know, all the good stuff. We really went because I needed 121 more points to hit my Flyball Dog Grand Champion title, which is 30,000 points! Not bad for an eleven year old dog but it's taken a while to achieve. My team told my Mom she should race me for the important heats. I don't want Mom to race me anymore so I went around the jumps twice! So Mom handed me off to my kid and I played fine for him. I played right for Dad, and Stephanie. But not Mom. Saturday night we had awards and learned that there is a new award out there called "Iron Dog." It is for NAFA dogs who have scored at least one point every year for ten consecutive years. I was the only dog in our club to get that award (but I'm also one of the oldest dogs in the club.) Mom & Dad let Marvin come out of retirement for one race so he can get that award too. Really? Can't I get one thing that he doesn't?? But I am an Iron Dog! Yay for me!

Here's my name on the list!


Here's what the plaque will look like when I get it.

Flyball is FUN!!

Flyball is so much fun, even if Mom & Dad had camper problems and it was rainy. This is what cold, rainy flyball looks like!

Marvin, Silk, Cassie


And this is nice, sunny weather flyball!



But flyball in any weather is great. We've raced in hot, hot, sunny summers and in freezing cold, sub-zero winters. We almost always race indoors so the lanes are always nice, but sometimes we crate and camp outside and the weather plays games with us.

I did really good this weekend. My boy, Sam, was my handler and I was really good for him and didn't try to slip away from him or anything. Of course, he is getting smart and figuring out my tricks now and he's bigger than me....

And I thought I'd share this picture of Silk my BC brother. This is what the trip home looks like. We are tired after all of that racing!

Packing

We heard that word today.....FLYBALL! And Mom and Dad are packing....That means trip! Whoo Hoo!!! Starting the packing we make sure that Mom and Dad don't forget the important stuff. Our food, our toys, tugs, other stuff. They pulled out the kit that has the wraps that Marv hates, pulled the camper out of the garage, and are gathering all of the goodies. Can't wait to go!!!!!! I hope we leave soon!