We got a little silly at agility class last night. Well, really, what do you expect when you put half a dozen middle-aged people out in the rain for an hour and a half? I think all of us are perfectly capable of being very serious and professional at our day jobs, but after 5 p.m., all bets are off. For some of us, the bets are off much sooner in the day.
It all started when our instructor Barb was working diligently to show us different ways to handle a sequence and the pros and cons of each way.
After observing a number of different methods, all of which included running, crossing, turning, decelerating, spinning and accelerating to accommodate the proverbial Fast Dog, Slow Dog, Crazy Dog and/or Demotivated Dog, Tracy cut to the chase and switched the emphasis from dog to handler: "Wanna know how Fat Girl would run it? Lead out!"
This instantly spawned a series of handler secret identities, all with their own special needs considerations for running a course. In addition to Fat Girl, there was Asthma Girl, Blonde Polish Girl, Arthritis Man and Arrythmia Man.
Some nights, I don't know how Barb puts up with us.