Yesterday after work, the dogs and I went to the Amana Park. We had a short training session, since there were about a million flies buzzing and biting. We have cattle and manure at home and don't have that many flies! I almost wondered if there was a body stuffed into one of the trees.
I wanted to work signals but the flies were so bad Phoenix was nearly dysfunctional. He would do each signal, then start snapping his teeth. It took me a while to figure out he was snapping at flies. It didn't help that the darn things were biting me, too. Between his snapping and my swatting, it was not conducive to much quality time working signals.
We did some heeling and retrieves and those went much better. I guess flies can't bite you when you're a moving target. I did a lot of racing him out to the dumbbell and glove (guess who won?), then turning and letting him chase me. I wasn't going to stand still and be fly bait!
These pic aren't too great in terms of exposure. This is what you get when you shoot into the sun on a late October afternoon. But the dogs had a great time.