Help! The Green Witch Pooped My Party!

Today at the St. Andrews Hospice Charity Show Beanie & Biggles finally got a chance to show the world their mad agility skillz.

The show was held in a well lit barn roomy enough to house two agility rings and a row of stalls selling various money-raising items. The barn only had one entrance/exit, but as it was permanently open we decided that our two would-be escapees should wear their Retreiva tracking collars. As it turned out we didn’t have to use them as all the action stayed safely within the barn, though not necessarily in the right part of the barn.. but I’m getting ahead of myself.

When we first arrived, we felt a bit of culture shock. One ring was set out with a course containing purely jumps, while the other had a mixture of jumps and “contact” equipment (A-frame, dog walk and see-saw). Different grades and sizes of dogs were set to run at different times in each of the rings but there didn’t seem to be a schedule to follow, and everyone but us seemed to know what they were doing. Fortunately everyone we asked for guidance was happy to help and before long we were queuing up for our first attempt at the jumps-only course. Susan was handling Beanie, and I had my hands full with the Biggly Boy. Originally the plan had been for Susan to run both our two, but coping with two dogs at radically different ability levels is a strain, and she eventually talked me into giving it a go. I’m really glad she did because one of the rewards of agility of training is a stronger bond with your dog. Although I love Beanie to bits, I’ve often felt closer to my little boy; that’s increased over the last month or so and in his own way Biggles has reciprocated. When I go for a shower, he usually camps out on the bed to keep me company. When I sit on the sofa, Biggles often chooses to cuddle up to me rather than Susan. When I’m doing a bit of DIY, I can always count on my four-pawed assistant to help me botch the job, and last night he even trashed the external drive sitting on my computer desk. But I digress.. back to the agility!

Susan and Beanie went first. There were lots of distractions in the barn, and Susan wafted a chunk of chicken underneath Beanie’s nose to get her focused. It seemed to work, but almost as soon as Susan gave the “go” command, Beanie headed out of the ring. By the time Susan caught up with her, Beanie was frenziedly digging through the contents of a rubbish bag to the side of one of the stalls. Just to be clear, Beanie didn’t merely have her head stuck in the bag, she was fully in the bag, in fact she was virtually wearing the damn thing, and when Susan extracted her she had a bunch of wrappers and other junk hanging from her mouth. Not the best of starts, but then in training sessions Beanie often needs to do a thorough exploration of her surroundings before she’ll settle and give her full concentration to the agility.

Me and the boy were next, and I wasn’t feeling too hopeful. The course seemed very complicated, and I decided just to ignore the sequence numbers by the jumps and make up our own mini-course. Sadly even that fell by the wayside when we actually got started, along with all the handling instruction I’ve had over the last few weeks. Biggles went over some of the jumps and round the others, but he stuck with me and that in itself was a victory worth celebrating!

Our next performance was to be in the mixed equipment ring, and again Susan and Beanie went first. This time Beanie was looking very focused, and when the “go” command was given she bounded over the first three jumps like a champ! Susan gave the command “right” for the first turn and Beanie responded immediately.. by turning left, sprinting out of her ring, straight through the other ring and up to the stall she’d visited earlier. She didn’t concern herself with the rubbish this time though; she went straight to the back of the table and positioned herself for a shock-and-awe raid of the seller’s goods, which, it turned out, included every kind of smelly dog cake you could imagine. Sardine cake, trout cake, kipper cake – it was all there, ready to be speed-swallowed by our thieving little girl! Looking at the video, it’s like she’d actually planned to do that right from the start – her attention was on Susan completely right up to the turning point.

As you’ll see, her devious plan was scuppered by a life-form she’d never encountered before – a green witch. The witch grabbed her, picked her up and handed her over to Susan. What a party pooper!

Now it was Biggles’ turn. The mixed-equipment course was longer but much simpler than the jumps-only course, and after Biggles’ initial performance I felt that we might actually be able to muddle our way through it. I was mentally rehearsing the turns as I led him up to the starting position but I needn’t have bothered, because the moment I said “go”, his nose hit the floor, he locked onto Beanie’s trail and sprinted off towards the stall with all the tasties. It was an impressive demonstration of his scenting abilities because he followed Beanie’s route pawstep for pawstep, but he wasn’t quite as fast as the Beanster and was quickly apprehended (albeit by a different witch).

Beanie was allowed a second go at the course, but it had about the same low level of agility content as the first, save for a brief weave round a guy who tried (and failed miserably) to block Beanie on her way to the kipper cake. At this point we knew that any further attempts would end the same way, and said our goodbyes. I have to concede that Collies – along with just about every other breed of dog that doesn’t begin with “b” and end in “eagle” – may have an edge in the agility ring, but our two certainly provided the most entertaining performances of the day!

Here are the edited highlights of our first agility show:

Notice how Beanie keeps scanning the contents of the stall even while she’s being carried past it – casing the joint for a future repeat raid! Yep, our girl truly is a criminal mastermind.

Our Beaglets had been very well rewarded for their little raid on the doggy treat stall and we didn’t want them thinking the objective of an agility competition was to counter surf all of the stalls. We’d set out with a freshly roasted chicken, venison, sausages and cheese to reward them well if they did anything right. Most of that was still in our treat pouches so we decided to set up a course as soon as we got home so that we could reward them well for doing things properly. The agility show had clearly taught them something because we’ve never seen them so focused and keen to do agility. Take a look at the clip of their first and only run. Needless to say we quit while we were ahead and gave them the biggest reward ever – the entire contents of the treat bags.

Grizedale Forest – Race Day

We woke up to perfect racing weather – blue skies, sunshine and a sparkly white layer of frost. When I say ‘we’ I mean of course Paul and I. Beanie and Biggles grumbled about the noise then snuggled more deeply under the covers to grab an extra 40 winks.

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The view from our hotel at 8am on Sunday morning

After a quick breakfast we headed back to the Grizedale Forest to collect our racing bibs and and attend the pre-race briefing. If I’d been concerned about the race beforehand I was even more worried when the organisers dropped the bombshell that it was in fact a 6k race (not 5k) and that it was rather hilly! The best I’d done in training runs was 4k on very flat ground. My biggest worry was that Beanie and I would be last over the finish line and that everyone would be waiting for us to finish so they could pack up and go home.

Eventually the race got underway. Competitors start at 8 second intervals and ordering is according to age and gender (that’s human age and gender – not the dogs). Paul and Biggles’ race number was 26 and Beanie and I were 41 so they set off about three minutes ahead of us. Paul had the video camera with him so the plan was that he’d film bits of his and Biggles race then catch me and Beanie at the finish line.

The route took us along forest tracks and trails and our effort was rewarded with stunning views. Every so often you’d turn a corner or reach the brow of a hill to see a stunning panorama of mountains bathed in golden sunlight. The hills were tough going and it seemed a very long 6k, but eventually we heard the cheers and music at the finish line and managed to find the energy to sprint to the finish line in a very respectable time of 43 minutes. But no sign of Paul and Biggles. We waited around for a bit then headed back to the car – maybe they’d gone to switch cameras? No sign. We headed back to the finish line just in time to see Paul and Biggles crossing the line slowly looking very dejected (well, Paul did anyway). They were last, and to make matters worse everyone was cheering and shouting encouragement as if Paul was some poor old codger having his first run.

It turned out that Paul had made a wrong turn and did an extra 4k. To make matters worse, at the point where he should have turned off the main track onto a rough path up a hill side the main track went steeply down hill for quite a distance. Paul and Biggles flew down the hill making great time only to have to turn around and complete the hard slog back up a couple of kilometers later.

So, Beanie and I weren’t last. But Paul and Biggles got the last laugh. There were only two teams entered in their category so Paul and Biggles got a second place prize and substantially more points than Beanie and I…..despite being last overall!

The video of Paul and Biggles race:

After the race we went back to the Cafe in the Forest for lunch (outside this time!) then another nice, long walk through the forest to stretch out all of our muscles before the trip home.

For most of the walk Beanie and Biggles squabled about who’d ran the fastest in the race:

We walked for about 10k and still only covered a tiny fraction of the marked trails in the forest.

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We’ve got another cani-cross race soon in Fife. We’re all looking forward to it!

Grizedale Forest – Day One

We spent the weekend at Grizedale forest in the Lake District. The main reason for our visit was a cani-cross race on Sunday, but we decided to make a weekend of it so set off at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning, arriving just in time for lunch.

The weather wasn’t great and the idea of having lunch outside the visitor center cafe wasn’t overly appealing, but then we spotted the following sign:

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Yep, the Lake District is so dog friendly that doggies are even allowed inside human eateries. Beanie could barely believe her luck and insisted on reading the sign for herself!

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Of course the sign only said that wet doggies were welcome. It didn’t say anything about dry but noisy Beagles. Regardless, we went inside, and things started out very well. We found a nice table, ordered our meal,  and were able to consume most of it without any lightening raids on our plates. Things were looking good, but then another Beagle strolled past our table and Biggles’ woofer burst into action. In an attempt to distract him we turned him to look out the window. There was a moment of silence, then the woofing erupted again, this time fueled by righteous indignation. Not only were there even more doggies outside, but there were humies riding bikes and wearing silly hats. Outrageous! Beanie of course joined in the woof-fest, and we gulped down our tea and tried to make a hasty retreat through the busy restaurant with two crazy baying Beagles spread-eagled and lunging at anything and everything edible. Once outside they forgot what all the fuss was about and we headed off on nice long walk around the forest.

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Part of the Go-Ape aerial assault course

The forest was beautiful even on a dull day, and filled with attractions both natural and man-made. What it didn’t have however was an adequate supply of poo bins. Beanie decided to make her first deposit well away from the start of the walk, forcing us to carry her potent air-defreshener with us for a couple of miles. Biggles didn’t want to be left out either, though his contribution was a bit too large to fit in a poo bag, so we checked that no-one was looking, and quickly left the scene of the crime!

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Why would anyone make a wooden sculpture in the shape of a Biggly bottom sausage?

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After a good long walk of about 10k we headed to our hotel in nearby Ambleside. As soon as we got into our room Beanie and Biggles lept back and forth between the twin beds trying to establish who was sleeping where….this should have given us a clue about what was to follow at bed time! They settled in right away apart from a bit of barking from the Biggly Boy whenever anyone walked past our room. We had dinner in the bar (a conerted stable) and found a nice little alcove with a strong iron ring to tie the dogs to. Bliss – a meal without having to contend with Beanie’s food raids. They settled down for a nice nap:

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We considered letting the Beaglets sleep in bed with us, but given their tendency to hog the bed and the fact that we had a race the next day we settled them in their crates. This didn’t go down at all well with Beanie who kept up a steady whine for three or four hours. Eventually I weakened and unbolted the crates. They lept into bed and snuggled down for a deep sleep while Paul and I clung to the edges of the bed trying to catch what sleep we could.

Bloomin’ Beagles!