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Agility and Rally weekend

This weekend I took Auggie down to an agility trial.  I saw they also had rally, so I went ahead and entered us in both.  I would rather do both one weekend than have to travel specifically just for rally, and there’s only a rally trial locally twice a year, so why not?
I blew our Rally Advanced A run on Saturday.  I practiced pivots in the hotel room the night before and thought I knew how to signal them, but when I got in the ring the next morning, I decided to tuck my arm in like you do in obedience and forgot that I needed to signal Auggie for the pivot.  So he didn’t pivot with me.  Also, I forgot when I did the moving call front then forward that even if it’s a moving call front then forward the dog still has to SIT when they front.  Durp durp.  I was so focused on the moving/forward part I didn’t make him sit.  The only thing I can partially blame on Auggie is we had the stand then handler walks around the dog, and when I reached down to give Auggie the signal for stand, he immediately thought I was going to signal “down” and threw himself into a down.  I could have backed up and then repeated the sign, but I didn’t think about it, so I just stood him and carried on, which meant I failed the exercise because the dog added an extra “part” into the sign.  Oh well.  The judge was very nice and gave us a few tips.
We Q’d the next day because I decided to screw having my arm tucked in and handled far differently.  He was WAY revved up because we were also doing agility, and the way the timing worked, we basically did agility and then went right over to rally – his brain was definitely not in controlled heeling mode, so it was messy messy messy, but I wanted to at least come home with one Q, so whatever I guess.  In November I will probably enter us in the local rally trial (unless it’s the same weekend I’m out of town at agility) where all we do is rally, so hopefully he will be in the right mentality and we can get it done without being so messy.  The judge told us afterwards that we did a much better job the second day.  I thought it was a better job the first day, LOL, even though it wasn’t a Q.  Oh well.

Agility was the most important part of the weekend even though I knew I wasn’t guaranteed any Q’s and sort of doubted if I’d get any.  Auggie had a clean jumpers run on Saturday, but didn’t make time because the course was wheeled so tight and he’s not running fast for me right now.  He knocked the triple in standard which is my fault.  Sunday standard was first and we just barely squeaked by under time, so that’s #2 towards his masters standard title.  The mystery is jumpers, where he made time by plenty.  We ended up with 7 PACH points.  I think the scribe may have recorded our time incorrectly, but I have no way of knowing, because everybody was packing up or had already left so nobody was watching to tell me if he really was running that fast, and of course nobody recorded the run for me so we had no way to look and find out.  But the course was a very fun, fast course, so it is possible he really ran it that fast… I just have no idea.  But, as we say, the agility gods giveth and they taketh away, so in this case I seem to have gotten a gift.

So Auggie is 2/10 for MXP, 4/10 for MJP, and 1/20 for his PACH.  And also he only needs 741 more PACH points.  HAHAHAHAHA.  Yeah I think we need to just put the PACH dream to bed.  We’ll get his masters titles and then run him just for fun.  I still fully intend to try and work through his jumping problems and hopefully that will boost his confidence enough that he will start running faster, but who knows what will happen?  I suppose if his confidence returns full-force and he starts running courses at trials the way he is capable I might change my mind, but for now, I think it’s just time to put the dream away.  The odd thing is, it doesn’t really hurt the way I thought it would.  I guess I sort of knew, in the back of my head, that this was coming and have had plenty of time to cope with the reality of it.

Or maybe it just helps that I know there is a puppy baking in the oven, and I may very soon be having a chance to try this all over again.  Auggie is a great dog and I love him very much.  I’m not going to love him any more or any less if he gets an agility champion title.  It’s a little disappointing to not be able to shoot for the moon with him, but I will soon have another one to go after the dream with, so that eases the disappointment.  And meanwhile Auggie just gets to be my super special little lovey boy!

I just want to be close to you

Last night we had a thunderstorm so bad it actually woke me up through my earplugs (an unusual occurrence) and Auggie, who sleeps in a bed on my bedroom floor now, asked to climb into my bed.  He’s too short to get on my bed unless he gets a really enthusiastic running start, so if Auggie wants in my bed, he hops up and put his front paws on the bed, sticks his face in mine if I’m unlucky enough to be sleeping on my right side, and stares at me.
Auggie is not afraid of thunder – the most he reacts is to bark when the rumbling vibrates the windows, and that’s a reaction to the glass rattling, not the thunder itself.  So the thunder was pretty loud to have distressed him enough that he wanted in the bed with me.  I picked him up and put him on my bed, and he immediately curled up at the foot of the bed with his chin on my leg.  He wanted to be touching me.  But this was apparently not enough, because after a few minutes he got up and climbed up to the top of the bed.  I rolled over and put my arm around him, and he curled up next to me, snuggled into my belly.  I love Auggie and I wish he were a cuddly boy, but on the whole, he’s not cuddly (staying still is boring and being restrained in a cuddle or a hug means he has to stay still; therefore being cuddled is objectionable), so laying down to sleep cuddled into me with my arm around him is definitely not the norm.  He wasn’t shaking or anything, but he was definitely an unhappy boy with all the thunder.

Unfortunately, the cuddliness only lasted until the thunder stopped.  A few minutes after the thunder stopped, he got up and moved back to the end of the bed and curled up against the wall to sleep.  Boo.
He did, however, stay on my bed the rest of the night.  Most nights if he starts on my bed, he ends up on the floor after a while – either because he gets too hot, or he starts walking all over me and I put him on the floor because I don’t take well to having him walk all over me while I’m trying to sleep.  So he was apparently slightly alarmed and wanted to stay closer to me than usual.

My mom is working early hours in the summer, so she came to get him early in the morning to feed him and play with him before she went to work.  I watched him get off my bed and then rolled over to try for another hour or so of sleep, since I hadn’t slept that great.  When she left for work, she closed Auggie into the kitchen and the office where his crate is – I just figured he was actually in his crate rather than loose in the other room.  So when I got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for work, I was first surprised to hear a scratch on a door across the house… and before I could get to the other side of the house and let him out, I heard a loud WHUMP as he apparently launched himself at the door trying to get to me.

I guess it’s flattering that my dog is so obsessed with being close to me that he tries to bodily break down doors separating us..?

Sock Monkey

Auggie has some kind of infection going on with his foot right now… there’s a nice big swollen bump between two toes on one paw pad. First I coned him. He could still reach his paw even coned. So then I got out a sock and socked him. This worked (although he continued messing with the sock) but my socks are HUGE and he is tiny. We tried one of my mom’s socks and even that was rather large.
So I bought him some toddler socks from Target.

They even match his blue vet wrap that I’m using to keep the sock on.

Also Auggie thinks vet wrap is delicious. He has ripped it off, chewed it into a tiny little ball, and eaten it three times, and was unhappy that I made him throw it up all three times.