Monday, June 8, 2015

One Day

This past weekend I was asked if S'more was my next world team dog. 
I've come to the conclusion that no, she is not.

If we are ahead of schedule- maybe -we will tackle novice next summer. Maybe one day we will do 26", just maybe. Right now she is 15" tall...so we are quite a ways from teaching her to jump. We will learn lots of things, and jumping is sure to be one. But first comes the important stuff, like not herding the shelties, and walking on leash, and mastering fetch. We are quickly being educated on why you do not jump on the little mean sheltie, turtle. (She bites). We will learn how to chase and then not to chase rabbits like Whimzy. Oh, learning to not launch full force at mom would be helpful. 

A face full of S'more is only good in theory.

I unfortunately did not buy a world team dog. All I have is a bombproof wannabe tri, who amazes me in every way. Which is exactly what I intended to buy. We don't know agility yet, and agility doesn't know us. We won't get acquainted for quite some time. The truth is I've never bought a world team dog, although I hear some people have. Or they say they have, personally I find it a bit hard to look that far ahead. I simply have a puppy, we will be young and grow together. No expectations, she isn't to further my career or a ticket. I would never imagine that this is what someone means when they ask - "Will she do 26?" or "Is she your next international dog?"

I am certain that these questions are not meant in a malicious way- but to me putting that pressure on a puppy is too much. Maybe some people can buy a world team dog, raise it a world team dog, and go be world team. But I already have the world- a whole new one. A creature I will become beyond obsessed with, a partner in crime. One day we will share a journey to faraway places with big dreams and a whole lot of heart driving us forward.  We will stumble, and I'll mess up when it really counts. It'll be funny, and a little disappointing too. But we will learn to run like blue fire. We will chase down the magic. But one day is not today for my S'more. Today we learned to stay, even when mom throws the toy.


She rocked it. 



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