So tonight I tagged along to agility with my wife and Dennis. We brought Tucker along, as my wife thought that perhaps she could persuade Dennis to try the teeter-totter if Tucker went on it first. Sadly, things didn’t work out quite as planned.
Having Tucker around turned out to be a HUGE distraction for Dennis. First, Dennis kept marking up the field (by scratching it with his paws, not that other, less couth marking method) and prancing around as if showing off for his brother. Then, on his very first obstacle (the dog walk), he jumped off halfway across and came running all the way across the field just to say hello to Tucker and me. We were just standing there minding our own business and then here comes this red rocket.
Thinking Tucker’s presence was too much of a distraction for Dennis, I piled him in the car to take him home (we only live about 10 minutes from the agility course). Well, Tucker was not in the least bit happy about ditching his brother and his mama (well, his mama, anyway; he was probably pleased as punch to be ditching his brother), so he moaned and whined and carried on the whole way home. He even tried to climb into my lap while I was driving on the pseudo-freeway known as the 76. But, we made it home in one piece. I dropped him off, got a drink, checked e-mail (of course), and then got ready to head back to the agility course. Unfortunately, around that time Trixie showed up in the computer room foaming at the mouth and smelling like something that had crawled out of the sewage treatment plant. Oh, goodie! Another visit from our good and loyal friend the skunk! I didn’t have time to give her a bath, so I banished her to the patio and left.
Back at the agility field, Dennis was thrilled to see me again. So thrilled, in fact, that he kept bailing out of his agility runs to scurry over and greet me. I thought about going back to the car, but the trainer said it was better to work it out now, though, rather than waiting until Dennis was doing an actual agility trial and not being able to watch (or having to watch while wearing Groucho glasses).
She suggested I ignore him, which I did, and eventually he seemed to lose interest in visiting me and finished his run: a jump, the A-frame, another jump, and then the tunnel, the longest pattern he’s done so far, or so I’m told. And then he came running over to greet me again, bouncing around and giving puppy kisses like a lunatic. Is this the same rescue dog we got in October? I think not!
So anyway, we wrapped up agility and got home at 9:30, at which point it was time to break out the famous Dexter’s Deli Dog De-Skunking Draught. Trixie had a nice warm bath and shampoo and full body massage, which made her look quite pathetic but also made her smell a lot better. Unfortunately, we don’t have a pot big enough to mix up a potion that can be used to treat the entire house …
And after all that, Dennis still didn’t ride the teeter-totter.