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Really...the clumsiest
dog in flyball.
This isn't just me being
cruel, he truly is. For example, he's probably the only dog in this sport
who has a back leg full of steel, courtesy of the operation to fix a broken
leg he gave himself at 9 months old. He doesn't walk down stairs...he
throws himself down them. The only one he's more danger to than himself is
his owner, me! He's given me black eyes, split lips, and broken a
tooth...all because he gets so excited when he's playing the game. He just
can't help tackling me in his eagerness to show what a good dog he is for
bringing the ball back. 75 pounds of dobe hitting at full gallop causes
damage...
Good thing he's not
mean...I'd be in big trouble.
But you know what? He's
also the greatest dog I could imagine owning. He's one of those dogs who
thinks his owner isn't the only thing that matters in the world...his owner
is THE only thing in the world. He's affectionate to a fault, and as long
as I can make him understand what it is I want, he'll just about kill
himself trying to do it! He's worth every bump and bruise, and I wouldn't
give him up for anything! |
