a Taj MuttHall Dog Diary: September 2003

Thursday, September 11, 2003

Everybody Ought To Have A Webmaster--Fiddling About--

Redid archives by month rather than by week. Playing with format. Haven't decided I like the new format yet. If only I were a genius of Web-page design.

If only I were so wealthy that I couldn't even understand how much money I had. If only I didn't gain weight when I ate all the peppermintstick ice cream with chocolate sprinkles that I wanted. If only Saddam Hussein and Osama Bin Laden took a disliking to each other at a cocktail party and focused their disaffections one upon the other. If only dogs came in purple. If only I didn't need to sleep and could fiddle about all night.

Hours at the keyboard, and I'm still not happy with it. Dogs think I'm boring. I tell them, "I am doing this for YOU," as I have told them many times before. They express dubiousness.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Catching Up. Or Not.

Things have not been slow, no no. Meant to describe our successes (many) and failures (not too many) at our Sunnyvale Labor Day Weekend agility trial. 31 runs in one weekend! And I didn't enter Jake in everything--

But I'm tired and busy, so instead I think I'll take a nap.

Meanwhile, so you have something to do while I'm snoozing rather than wandering into traffic or playing in the gutter, you can admire these photos of Jake and Tika, taken by Richard Todd Photography at an August trial.
Jake getting his feet in that Dogwalk contact zone--for a change--but he's about to take a flying leap rather than waiting for instructions from the pilot.

Flying Semidachshundman

I would guess I was trying to get her to go in the direction *I'm* facing, not the direction *she's* facing. But, whatever she's doing, she's sure doing it fast--look how she's leaning into that turn.

An excellent sticky contact. Why am I standing there looking at her? Aren't I supposed to be getting ready to go somewhere?
In fact, I'm undoubtedly saying "Goooooood girrrrrrrrl!" and making sure that she *does* wait for instructions from the pilot.

Don't let the look fool you--this ain't no bored beast. And you wouldn't be, either, if you had to think--and move--faster than she runs!