How do I describe Otterpop? She's sort of "special". If by special, you mean evil. Someone out on Larkin Valley road captured her one day, she was chasing cars on the road for a couple days with a border collie. This that and the other, someone thought it was my dog and I ended up taking her out to work with me. She looked like a weird, runty version of Ruby. Ruby is elegant, Otterpop is sort of bizarre and wrong like. She is put together from chihuahua and cattle dog parts, we call her a Watsonville street chihauhua. She was probably about 6ish months old when I found her.

She loves the frisbee. She loves the ball. She loves the stick. She loves to chase and then posess these things. She wants to be the center of the universe. She used to want to chase cars more than anything, that is pretty much gone unless the car is named the UPS truck. She herds things. She likes to help at the ranch.

Stuff gets up her craw. People. Dogs. Agility Judges. She used to have a hair trigger, now we can keep the freakout meltdowns pretty under control thanks to the magic of the dog training. Otterpop is probably about 6 years old now. She has become a trained dog out on the agility field, and in most places where dogs should look like they have manners. We call this new and improved Otterpop Otterpop 2.0. Otterpop 2.0 is pretty darn fun to run agility with.

There are still bugs in the system. Separation anxiety, and overall anxiety that we will work on probably every day of her life. She has a large arsenal of cute circus tricks. Don't tell the other dogs, but this one is crazy smart, as long as I can keep channeling that smartnedss for the powers of good not evil, we are ok. If she ever learns to use weaponry or write manifestos, we are all in really big trouble.

I gotta say. Every dog is special. Especially mine. But this is one REALLY SPECIAL dog.