We did not have a very good class tonight. Dhali ran off twice in class. Once he jumped the ring gate and the next time he jumped through the gate. You know those white plastic folding ring gates? Yeah, he can jump through one of the holes. Skillz.
So he had a bad night for whatever reason. Maybe I was acting weird, he didn't like the slip lead, he was thirsty, he's a 7 month old male with bity balls, he didn't feel like doing agility. Whatever the reason, it should be fine, one bad night, but....that little voice in my head starts saying, "Oh, *%#@#. Wow, now you've screwed up 2 dogs. Great job with that."
He wasn't doing zoomies or acting stressed. No yawning, panting, ect. He would play with me - hand wrestling stuff. But he REALLY wanted to go out of the ring and see the other dogs. No he did not want to do the tunnel. No he did not want to do the chute. Yes, ok he would do the teeter a few times and then run off to do it again just for fun. No he really did not want to run around and go through tunnels. No thank you. He ate treats and did tricks, but if we went close to the gate he was checked out.
I had a nice long drive home to think about it. Stupid little voice - SHUT UP!
So I was very sad, like why am I screwing this up yet again? Am I just wasting my time?
Then we stopped at Runnings and Dhali was happy, confident, cocky little bad a**. He rubbed himself, like a cat, over everything he thought was awesome. Leather gloves and treats and a random toy on the ground. You know how cats rub up against stuff? That's what Dhali does. It's very cute. We saw a guy on a motorized scooter and Dhali was like - "Wow! Amazing! I need to see that up close!"
He's not scared of anything, so at least I got that right.
It was just one bad night.