Epic and I went to a rally trial the weekend before last. Fantastic! I saw his very best during the advanced rounds (although no Q), and we took home high in class in Novice Team with our good pal Spencer. We had a PB score of 198/200, and I couldn't be prouder of those boys.
There was another special little boy at the trial. I had visited with him before at drop-in classes. He was a little staffy cross being fostered by a local trainer, and his name was Chaos. The weekend of the trial, Chaos was going out to an adoption event. And I got nervous. I got waaaaay more nervous than I had any right getting, because I had no desires to get another dog. So I tried to push him to the back of my mind.
He came home from the event on Saturday evening and he had a family interested in him.
I panicked.
His name is Legend now. He's ~ 4 months old, and 17 inches tall (!!!). He's currently at about 25lbs, and growing like a terrible, invasive weed.
He came home last Friday. The first night was pretty normal around the household, because puppy was very tired from a long day of daycare, and very stressed. By Saturday the rest of the four-leggers realized the puppy wasn't going anywhere, and they started teaching his *very important* puppy lessons. These include subjects such as:
"That's my toy, not your toy"
"You're not allowed to touch that"
"That's where *I* lay"
"You're not allowed to touch that"
"Don't jump on me"
"You're not allowed to touch me"
"You're not allowed to touch that"
Poor hard-done by puppy. Dixie and Ep WILL run with him in the yard, but the house is still a bit unsettled.
So, while Epic is my heart dog, I've opened myself up and let a Legend in too. He's sweet and snuggly, and he makes us smile.
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