Freaking freezing.
I took Jack along as well as Charlie and he was his typical chatty self. Someone else I know from a few years ago at VIP came along with her two shelties and Jack was veeeeery interested in them: I don't know if he wanted to chase (because they're very small and very fluffy) or play with them but he spent most of his time just sitting there, staring at their crate and whinging.
He surprises me, old Jack, with how fast he can be once he focuses. He's no BC, that's for sure, but given the fact that he's eleven, had limited actual training and is built like a brick he's not too shabby at all. Turns like a bloody barge, though: he's not built for agile pursuits.
Charlie was a naughty boy with his a frame contacts; dad's taking a whole pile of time off work starting in a few weeks, and he's agreed to help me build an a frame so hopefully that happens soonish so I can work with him more on that at home during the week. Charlie's real downfall is that he hasn't got enough self control to regulate speed so he can safely and consistently find position at the moment because it's an ongoing work in progress with the moose.
We- as in Jack, Charlie and I- also got to meet my instructor's new rottie pup. Nugget's nine-ish weeks old and so cute :D He's so fluffy for a rottie and a hefty little boy; he was a bit unsure about my two meatheads but to be honest I don't blame him: Jack was doing his intense face and Charlie was literally crying and trying to pat him with his flailing front feet, so from Nugget's height that would have been one seriously dicey situation.
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