I’m buried deep under my new electric blanket right now, trying to warm up after three hours — three hours! — of standing out in a wet field, watching dogs take turns chasing balls. Welcome to the world of flyball, a team sport for dogs, which involves them running relays over a few hurdles to a box that, when pressed, releases a ball.
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It’s a popular choice for border collies, so we figured Chip would enjoy it — as long as he gets over his ball obsession, that is. He was the first dog up when training began. He did a few turns on the box and we were almost naive enough to believe he was off to a good start when he found a stray ball and sprinted down the field.
What followed next was absolute carnage — me, my husband, and five elderly women, all shouting his name and throwing tennis balls around, trying to get him to come close enough so we could put him back on lead. But Chip’s not stupid, he knew that’s what we were trying to do, so despite his interest in the balls, he kept well away.
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It took another 10 minutes or so to capture him, after which his turn had passed and the better behaved dogs were brought out. And when I say “better behaved”, I just mean more practised. They each still had their quirks — one dog refused to jump the hurdles and ran around them, one would run perfectly but return on a different lane, one couldn’t grab the balls, and one was a tiny puppy more interested in socialising.
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In other words, Chip is in good company. The most important thing is that his brain’s engaged. He enjoys the new commands — even if he doesn’t always choose to follow them. As for me, flyball gives me something to write about, because I’ve been awfully quiet lately — mostly because I’ve become boring.
I went to Spain, but I skipped a trip to Berlin the following weekend. I haven’t been to the theatre since Spamalot. I haven’t been on any runs since last month’s cross country. Instead, I’ve been working, painting, and selling my old clothes on Vinted. Oh, and I started a newsletter. But time keeps getting away from me, so that three hours in the cold this morning was probably the most fun I’ve had lately.
At least Chip enjoyed it — and as for me, who knows? Maybe I’ll do something more exciting in December.