Tomorrow

We have the Cane Festival.

It's not meant to rain anymore, which is the best news I've had all week. Especially since our club shirts are white. Ahem.

We were left of the list accidentally, and then put back on- but we're listed as part of the obedience team and not on the agility list. Not fussed because, hey, I just sidle on in anyway. I'm not sure I want to do the obedience with Charlie, though, partly because he's just so flat about it all at the moment and partly because I don't actually know what we're doing for it. But the teams are even and I don't think I'm able to pull out.

Aaaaah. The dilemma.

But it's just one demo (and one on Sunday, but we'll just forget about that for the moment)- and usually after an extended break, Charlie tends to have his pep back for a short burts so maybe it'll be fine. Hopefully.

We advertise our club when we do demos like this, so I don't want to bring my sullen, twitchy, unhappy dog out and have him moping about the ring. I'll stuff treats in my pockets and just feed him constantly if I have to, to keep him up and enthused.

And then Sunday- which is tomorrow's tomorrow, so it goes with this post's title- we're at one of the local primary schools for their fair. It happens to be where one of my cousins goes (her brother also finished grade seven there last year) and where the kid of two people from training also now goes as well.

We went last year as well and it was a really good day, though we lost most of the crowd after the doggy dancing/trick bit stretch on for too long. Us agility peeps always get left to the end; probably because we're the most exciting, hehe. Try to keep the crowd for as long as possible.

Crafty.