Thursday, October 21, 2010

Terrifying!

I now have proof that Mom has lost her ever-lovin’ mind. I know that most of the family probably figured this out a long time ago, but I like to cut her some slack since she’s the one who takes care of my every need (cookies, food, potty, cookies, puppy park, cookies, sweaters, cookies, etc.) Mom took me back to THAT AWFUL PLACE that scared me when I was a puppy. You’d think Mom would have been a little more thoughtful of me when she figured out where the puppy agility class was being held. She should have seen the sign and turned our big black car around and headed right back home.

I wasn’t going to take any chances that Mom might leave me there. She has the blisters on her hands to prove it, and I’ll bet her butt will be awfully sore from falling on it so many times tonight. (I’m laughing just thinking about it! She looked so funny laying on the ground in the mud!)

You’re probably wondering why Mom made me stay, right? So was I. I’m not afraid of very many things, so you’d think she’d pay attention to me when I tell her in no uncertain terms that I am FREAKED OUT. She tried coaxing me with cookies, but I didn’t want them. There were a couple of other puppies there that looked like they were having a good time. Obviously they didn’t know the danger lurking around the corner. I wanted to tell them to run for their lives, but nobody wanted to pay attention to me. Mom called me a drama queen, which really put a kink in my street cred.

After about 20 minutes of complete terror, I decided that the teacher had really good cookies and that she was all right. I had a great time once I figured out that I was there to have fun and eat cookies. I went through hoops, and ran up and down this really high board and even got on a teeter-totter (I wasn’t too crazy about that, frankly). I got to go swimming even! I wasn’t paying attention when the teacher told me that was the big drinking bowl. It looked just like my swimmin’ pool so I went for a dip.

Mom says that we’re going to go back next week. Part of me wants to pretend that I’m afraid again because it is awfully fun watching Mom fall down. On the other hand, I like the idea of eating cookies and doing fun stuff for an hour.

Mom will get pictures next week if she can stay on her feet long enough. (snicker)