Otterpop spent dirt night all alone next to the dreaded border collies.

Usually she has Ruby to sit with and protect her. People in dog agility class tend to have pairs of matching dogs. It's sort of a Thing Us Dog Agility People Do. Have sets of matching dogs. Pair of border collies. Another pair of border collies. Another pair of border collies. Pair of labs. Pair of King Charles Spaniels. Pair of aussies. Pair of little black dogs. I think even when I've had Ruby on other vacations for other aches and pains I've still let my set sit together. I was trying to think, have I ever had Otterpop do a lesson or a class where she doesn't have her Ruby sitting right next to her for moral support? They usually look like a scarey little matched set of gargoyles. No one can tell them apart.

So last night, I left Ruby in the car and pulled Otterpop out solo. Parked her in her spot right there with the border collies. Hobbes doesn't really register Otterpop. They take walks together sometimes and he doesn't even know she's there. Oh, that was Otterpop's frisbee? Who cares. He spends class barking or staring at whoever is running. Ruby doesn't really register border collies on her radar and they don't really think about her. But Rob's other dog, Fate, her and Otterpop have a thing. Otterpop sits there miserably next to Fate. Fate creeps as close as she can to her to STARE at her. Otterpop has this look on her face, like I believe it to be somewhat scrunched up muzzle and eyes all wrinkly with a look that says, "She is STARING AT ME." She'll give her a careful stink eye, but it's the special border collie stink eye. That is very aware that this dog could just get up and start chasing her in circles if it wanted and it is the Boss. Border collies live in a special place in Otterpop's hell because they DO have the ability to get the FRISBEE WHENEVER THEY WANT. What border collies want, border collies get is what Otterpop's learned. I believe that border collies represent an inevitability for Otterpop that she doesn't run the universe and she probably knows that someday, we'll have our own. I believe that border collie and Otterpop will have to like go into therapy or just learn to work out some issues at that time.

Fate moves closer and closer to Otterpop every chance she gets. Sort of pulls her leash along the deck so she hovers and can be closer to STARE RIGHT DOWN AT HER WITHOUT BLINKING. She's never done anything to Otterpop, I'm not sure what's on her mind. She's sort of a herdy type border collie. Is that an oxyclean? At some point during class, Otterpop moves underneath the deck into the shadows. She disappears from border collie sight. Maybe this is a good thing for Otterpop to do sometimes. Character building. She still had nice, fast runs all night so she figured out a way to deal with it. They're maybe like her State Park Rangers and news headlines. They're there. There will be confrontations and ramifications. But most of the time, we just try to block them out and ignore and keep our own reality the way we want it to stay in our mind.

The Big Storm will start today is what they say.

Dirt Night started up again last night, I got to run my old friend Hobbes who I hadn't seen since before the holidays. I am such his stalker. I tug with him and his weird, stinky old toy for a long time so he likes ME. I don't know how much Hobbes actually likes Me and how much of it is he just likes to do agility and tug and if you will do that with him, he likes you. I like it when he starts barking nice and loud though when I run one of my dogs. I ran all 3 dogs last night and am feeling very much the See's candy everywhere in all my joints. No major screw ups with anyone, everyone fast and accurate, until at about 9:30 I forgot someone's course because my brain just stops functioning somewhere around 9ish.

We had a lot of hard weave pole entries from right angles off long fast straight lines, where you had to send em in from far and then run out and rear cross it, and all the dogs, not just Hobbes, aced it every time. They were all happy to be at dirt night. Also, now that I've led everyone to believe that smarty pants Hobbes does all the work (Hobbes can count. Hobbes can read numbers. Hobbes speaks 3 languages), no one thinks I have to do anything to run him accurately. So let the record show, he is a big fast dog that still needs handling, even if he is trained a million times more perfect than my dogs. Border collies just are a whole different kinda thing, way more brain cells per pound.

And kudos to Gustavo, who is able to be on long stays, looking only at me, outside the ring when dogs are running and barking. Who woulda ever thunk it?

It is supposed to be the Big Storm today, I am providing poor customer service to the horses by not going out there first thing and getting everyone out before the storm but getting the dogs out instead. I'm a little worried about their dog run at the barn, I have this feeling it is going to be a dog dock unless I build some kind of floor, um, right now before the rain starts? They can either stay home or just sit in a crate inside the barn. Poor dogs. The lawyers want all the dogs tied up or in their pen at the ranch at all times. Poor ranch dogs. Everyone just gets good customer service some of the time. Can't please everyone. Horses, horse owners, dogs, dog owners, lawyers, readers, everybody just wants something a little bit different.