My First Clean Run

 I reached a major milestone yesterday at flyball practice. All the parts came together – I caught the ball off the flyball box and I jumped over all four jumps. My mom was so proud to see me do two clean runs in a row. It was a great day for me because I achieved my goal. Next practice, I’m gonna see if I can do three clean runs in a row. It’s all about baby steps…

Progress: One Jump at a Time

I had a great time at Flyball practice last night! My Mom had been gone all day, so I had a lot of pent up energy by evening when it came time for practice. I hit the box, did a tight swimmer’s turn, and jumped over TWO jumps with the tennis ball still in my mouth. That’s a personal best for me!

Me and My Shadow

This is one of my Mom’s favorite dog cartoons. She says it reminds her of the time when she first brought me home from the dog shelter. You see, I had severe separation anxiety back then. Whenever my Mom would leave for work, I’d have a major panic attack. This continued for about the next four months (my Mom even received an eviction threat because the neighbors complained about my barking). Fortunately, as I settled into my life with my Mom and grew more comfortable and secure, my panic attacks lessened and now I don’t have them quite as often.

Where’s the Ball?

I’m not really sure where the ball is sometimes…. Last night at flyball practice, I did very well with close up box work, but as I had to go over more jumps to reach the ball, I confess, I got a little distracted. You see, there were these yummy treats on the floor that I just *had* to eat and it made me forget all about the jumps, the ball and flyball in general.. My Mom says we’re gonna need to work on my attention span..

My Family Tree

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Here’s one of the few baby photos my Mom has of me – snapped just a few days after she adopted me from the shelter. I originally hail from Knoxville, TN and lived there with my first family until they brought me to the shelter when they moved away. I was only there for a few days and then I was brought to DC by another rescue group so that I could find a happy home – which I did! I don’t remember my parents much – but one of them must have been a border collie because I love to to track and herd everything!