Posters, Luck and Jinxes

Flyball dogs in the Sky!

This week, I worked on a poster for the team.  It was fun.  I drove myself crazy constantly rearranging the dogs, though.  Hopefully, it will be eyecatching, silly, and fun enough to provoke some interest.  We still need new people.  Our teammates keep moving away, unfortunately.

Demon Puppy is at that stage where she wants to do so much more than she should.  (Actually, she's always been at that stage, it's just more so now)  It's very frustrating, for her and me.  I think I lucked out, again, on my puppy.  I have been consistently amazed at how wonderfully each of my dogs do.   I honestly don't know why.  Yes, I have some frustrations with Weasel in her agility, but, they are fine tuning, training type frustrations.  She in sound, fast, and has a blast.  Spoiled One, at nearly eleven years is also healthy and happy in mind and body.  He is a rodeo to run at flyball, but he does sub 5 seconds at tournaments.  For my starter dog, my geezer dog, that I completely screwed up teaching the boxturn to, he does pretty darn good.

Then there is Demon Puppy.  Honestly, what do you know at 8 weeks?  They're cute and fuzzy.  But, I love how she is turning out, how she is built, her size, her temperament, everything. She seems to have gotten her angles and proportions from her mother, her heart and biddability from her father, and her size from I don't know where.  To have an 18 - inch dog was an unexpected bonus.  I was just hoping for under 21 inches.

The puppy is young, and things happen, sometimes.  I really hope I don't break her, somehow.  But, I wanted to take a moment and acknowledge the happy that is now.  Hopefully, I don't jinx myself, or something.