As a real pro, action photos were taken of my agility runs by a real photographer (T&C Pet Photography). Apparently, that is the thing to do, so we bought some. Next time we hope to get them for free, like a real pro.
We like the first one the best. It almost looks like I’m stepping into another dimension. Which photo do you like the most?
Ms. Zulu turned 13 today! This is cause for a big celebration with lots of good yummies and pie which Ms. Zulu shared with me. The pie was made with all our favorite ingredients: salmon, carrots, yogurt and, blueberries. Sweet potato was served on the side. I’m looking forward to my B-day. Not sure if I care for the B-day hat, but I do hope there will be more pie.
Finally, we got around to the best part of my life: AGILITY! There were two big events. One far, far away in South Florida. The other one was just across the border in Georgia. We had our own chauffeur/ lift boy/ dog walker/ photographer/ support/ you-name-it guy for both occasions. Even Ms. Zulu went with us in our dog-mobile. The dog-mobile was a bit overloaded but we safely made it to the other end without a scratch.
The first event was a team effort in which teams that consisted of 9 dogs +9 handlers competed with other teams. There were over 450 dogs + their handlers competing so we can honestly say that it was a bit crowded! But we had loads of fun. We even stayed in a real Dogtel. That was a first for both Ms. Zulu and me.
See, I did jump high and mighty!
Ms. Zulu was able to observe from her own comfy bed.
A real dogtel!
In South Florida, I used my time efficiently. I started strong with running around in circles and greeting all the volunteers in the field. I know you’re not supposed to touch the obstacles so I made sure to stay WAY clear of them. M kept waving at me and I kept waving my tail back at her from a distance. I even barked at the judge, twice. I learned later that that’s a no-no in agility land. OOPS. In my defense, the judge kept staring at me. That’s just rude man.
The second event was just a bit north of headquarters. It was a lot smaller than the one in South Florida. Probably around 50 dogs and their handlers were competing individually. By this time, I knew not to bark at the judge. My new Superdog collar seemed to give me superpower (unfortunately I was not allowed to take my S-SD so I had to make do). I flew over jumps and crawled through dark pesky tunnels. There were some out of control garbage cans while I was running my last run but I gave it the Superdog eye and got back on track. It was one satisfying happy day. Once at home Ms. Zulu and I were able to recharge without any problems.
It’s all a blur, we were moving that fast!
Super dog charging station
I have been desperately trying to stay apawlitical in this blog and on task. That’s not always easy, believe me.
Yummies do help, but sometimes you just have to bark up the tree you know.
It seems that since the beginning of last year [what happened there??] everything that is different is considered wrong. “Different” may refer to Muslims, Buddhists, LGBT, liberals, foreigners, you name it. Pretty much everything which strays from the mainstream. What is defined as mainstream seems to change color each month too. Do you know that the humans who provide my yummies are foreigners in my country and I’m one in theirs? Where are we gonna live?
Anyhowls, not sure what happened to the concept of “Love Thy Neighbor”. Someone, please redirect the sheep. Maybe a Border Collie can help. Like the one below. she is good inside and outside the office. Oh wait, she is different, she is not a purebred…, but then again none of us are, are we?
I’m ready to work
Hail Ms. Zulu,
You must be thinking by now, what’s up with Benji. Well, lots, just not enough time to write it all down yet. Last Wednesday, was probably the most exciting day of my career so far. I went to the famous MagLab! You know the one where they developed the world’s most powerful superconducting magnet!
I went to the MagLab to talk to 16 SciGirls. They were visiting the Lab to learn about a wide range of science disciplines. I was invited together with a cockatoo and four other dogs to show the girls what therapy animals can do for people. Below you can see a summary of my talk.
The equations I came up with for the occasion were well received. Before I knew it, my wisdom was spreading like wildfire among the scientists and being shared with the larger public. There is even talk that there might be a Nobel Treat prize in my future. Now I can’t stop thinking about how many yummies in the tummies that would equate to. Maybe I can ask for an advance payment.
In the category “Cool Hot Summer Fun”, we went to see the liquid stuff again. This time at a “Pet Prepared Hurricane Party”. The doggie pool was open for all. Why? Maybe to make sure we can swim away from a hurricane? I would think a boat would be faster though.
How it tastes
A somewhat wet Ms. Z. but not from the pool
The liquid was contained in a doughnut-shaped fishbowl. No, there were no edible doughnuts nor fish sticks. That was a bit of a bummer. My Leg-O-Meter showed the fishbowl was less than 0.5 B-legs (lgs) deep. The deeper side got tested by one of my new buddies. It seemed more than 1.5 B-lgs deep; in my book that means trouble. All smart captains know that it’s wise to steer away from troubled waters. Especially since I didn’t see a bridge and both Simon & Garfunkel were MIA. Besides, even a bridge might mean trouble as you need enough clearance for the mast before attempting to sail underneath it. Well, unless you can put the mast down and that might put you in a whole ‘nother ball game. Since we didn’t have any balls, that wasn’t an option either.
Ms. Zulu accompanied me this time; after all, we both have to be hurricane prepared. She didn’t want to spoil her hairdo and decided to work on her tan while lounging around the pool.
Wishing you smooth sailing in untroubled waters,
Another month went by in the Life of Benji. It’s getting hot here. It’s not even Summer yet and we have seen a heat index of 105 °F. already. Therefore, higher authorities decided to try the blue wet stuff again. I have webbed feet and for some reason, that means I should like swimming. What kind of logic is that?!
A perfectly good A-frame (the humans called it a ramp) had been put in the blue liquid. I ask you, why would anyone want to do that?! The humans tried to lure me in with yummies and squeakies. I tried to be a good sport and walked down the ramp until I got my paws wet but that’s where I drew the line. I mean what’s the point? As soon as you hit the liquid, it feels like the brakes are on. There is no way to run fast. Besides, I didn’t see any fun jumps and tunnels. So my advice for next time: remove the wet stuff and add some exciting obstacles.