Thank heavens, my two haven't left the ring on me yet.
It was the only time I've ever pulled Auggie from a ring. He tried to leave the first class and I didn't realize what was going on. The second class I realized what was happening and I obliged and we left.
One of the worst times I've ever had playing agility. Because of course we want our dogs to enjoy playing the game as much as we do. And it was Auggie saying he didn't want to play, he didn't want to play so much he was prepared to turn around and walk away from me to leave.
I don't actually believe all dogs can learn to love agility. It would be like suggesting all people can learn to love distance running. Okay, perhaps from a purely "psychology of learning" perspective, I can theorize that it's scientifically possible. But I don't see the point in it... life is too short, and God knows a dog's life is far shorter than ours.
I absolutely believe in stacking the deck, of course I do since I got Payton from the same lines that produced so many great dogs. I wanted Georgia's blood in my next dog so much that I was willing to take the gamble of another Pepper; willing to roll the dice that I would end up with a Quigley instead of Auggie, a dog who has two MACHs and is currently sitting on a bank of enough speed points for another FIVE.
But I don't think it has to be "agility breeds" versus "non-agility breeds" and I really hate that the sport has become so much about that. How can it not when you have internationally recognized handlers/trainers telling people things like "if you want to be serious in this sport you better get a border collie." I cannot believe how catty this sport has become, with people sitting outside the ring saying nasty things about the dogs in the ring, people confronting complete strangers and telling them stuff like "your dog hates agility and you should quit." And drawing lines in the sand automatically delineating dogs as capable or not based on their breed just doesn't help any of it.
And to be honest it really does make me frustrated with all the trouble I am having with Payton, with how often I feel like I am beating my head against the wall, with how many runs end with me going to the car to sit there by myself and cry YET AGAIN, that people honestly think the "secret" to success is "just get a herding breed!"
I suppose after all these years and all the work I put into him, if we finally ever DO get there, it won't matter, because, you know, he's a herding breed so it doesn't even count, because he came out of the womb with a MACH ribbon pinned to his chest.
But I wanted a greyhound. End of story.
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