The Road Home

Bud and I always love the journey home from Agility. He is happy and tired, full of treats and praise, I am also happy and tired, full of thanks to such an intelligent, plucky little dog, who is so determined to work as hard as he can to please Margaret and I. The only one who makes mistakes is me, usually when I forget which way we are supposed to be going. I did that a few times today, but we got it right in the end.

Margaret is away on holiday for a fortnight now, how dare she! So Bud and I have to practice in the garden. The weaves are what we need to work on, I have bought a set, so we shall set them up and master it by the time Margaret comes back. Now that I have set it down in writing I cannot give up.