My aussie friends

Yesterday the food people took us to see

our Aussie friends. They have a HUGE yard and

lots of agility equipment.

(They are really lucky)

The food people went inside for a bit and Ryder and I were

not pleased they left us alone in the yard.

We stared at them through the deck.

This is Rival. She is an Aussie with a tail!

Who knew?? I think Rival really liked me.

Everywhere I went, she was there.

She is very pretty and the food lady said

I was going to be playing agility with Rival in August.

That should be fun. We are both naughty.

I did some resting and cooling off under the table.

See, there she is again.

She didn't bother me any.

She just followed me around and stole my Cuz.

One of these things is not like the other.

This is Nayland. He is a very handsome Aussie.

He likes to run and herd Ryder and I.

He thinks we are sheep.

But we are not.

We are Golden Retrievers.

Nayland really liked barking at Ryder.

I think Ryder's feelings were hurt.

Ryder ran and ran.

He chased some sticks and tried to run away from

Nayland. Nayland caught him a few times.

Ryder practiced his table.

(Nayland didn't bother him when he was on the table)

This is Addie and Nathan.

Nathan is just a baby. He is very sweet and smiley though.

Addie is the Boss of all the Aussies.

She is a very good babysitter too.

This is Sheff. I have told you guys about Sheff before.

He got his MACh last summer.

He has lots of letters around his name.

I hope to be like Sheff someday.

(The food lady needs to be like Auntie Barb though if

she wants that to happen. Auntie Barb doesn't screw Sheff up)

Sheff loves his baby.

We had a really good time at the Aussie's house.

And, rumor has it that I am going to have a BLAST this week.

I have dockdogs 5 days in a row.

I can't wait.

I will let you all know how it goes next week!!!!

This weekend sucked for me

So, you guys know that I hurt my leg last weekend right?

You also know that I had heard the food people whispering a lot

about this weekend right?

Well, they didn't let me jump at Dockdogs.

I was devastated. They put Ryder and me in the xpen about

20 feet from the pool. How could they do this me????

Part of me thinks the food people don't love me anymore.

Are they getting back at me for all the times I have been naughty??

Please food people, please don't ever take me to another Dockdogs event

and not let me jump. I was very depressed this weekend.

But.....on a happier note. A lot of my friends came out to play this

weekend. Pam brought Flash out and Flash got her Novice Jumper

title. Marley got 1st place in the Junior finals, Frankie had a personal best jump.

Rumor got 3rd place in the Novice finals.

Ryder's brother Ernie was there this weekend too.

You know, the brother that snorts all the time?

Well, Aunt Kathleen tried Dockdogs with Ernie and he did great!!

They even got their picture in the paper. Ernie got 5th

place in the Novice finals.

Maybe Ernie needs to tell Ryder to put his big boy pants on and JUMP!!

Now, onto a sad note.

The food man played Dockdogs with another dog this weekend.

He played with Remi. The food man and Remi jumped 19' 4" and made

the Senior Finals. Does the food man not love me anymore??

Doesn't he know I can jump farther than Remi??

The food man also played Speed Retrieve with Remi and they got 3rd place.

I hope the food man plays Dockdogs with me again soon.

My friend Dylan didn't get to play either this weekend.

Our moms somehow thought that just letting run around in the

field for 5 minutes would make us feel better.

IT DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, enough complaining. I need my leg to get better.

Good stuff and bad stuff

Well friends, I have quite a bit to tell you all.

Where do I start?

This past weekend the food people took me to an agility trial

that was by Grandma's house.

I LOVE to go to Grandma's house. She lives on that awesome

lake I always tell you about. Anywho, we went to the trial on Friday

and I did alright. Nothing too spectacular other than me hitting both

of my weave entrances and all my contacts.

After the trial we went back to the lake to swim.

Saturday morning, back to the trial. I ran great for the food lady

and hit both my weave entrances again. My standard run was awesome.

The food people were really happy and all my fans cheered for me.

Afterwards my friends Dylan and Rumor came to the lake.

We were going to have a slumber party.

All was going well: we were all swimming and jumping off the dock

and chasing sticks and ducks and bumpers.

Then, all of a sudden, the food lady GASPED and yelled "OH MY GOD!!!!"

I was too busy flinging my duck around and trying to get my

Aunt Whitney to give me some hot dog.

Well, it turns out I sliced open part of my front left leg.

You know that worthless pad that's on your ankle?

Yea, that thing. Well, I sliced it right open. I bled a lot.

Aunt Whitney did give me a ton of salami while the food people cleaned

up my wound. I have to walk around with this silly colored vet

wrap on now. The food lady keeps saying I look like a racehorse.

Really food lady? I am way better than any stinking racehorse.

On Sunday, we had to go back to the trial to get all of our stuff.

I didn't understand why I wasn't allowed to play.

Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble?

I thought I was being a good boy.

We are going to Dockdogs this weekend.

I have heard the food people whispering though.

I am not sure if I am going to be allowed to jump.

Don't they know that will kill me?

So, if you could all keep your fingers crossed that I get to

jump this weekend, that would be great.

However, I know I need to let my wound heal because I still

have a whole summer left of Dockdogs, agility and swimming.

It just stinks. Last year at this exact same time is when I broke my tail.