Dexter Tunnel in the house, Woo!

We’re rocking some major yellow agility tunnels in the living room. True chose the 3 woofs & a woo official Dexter tunnel. Roy chose the filthy bug infested tunnel. 
We’re going camping! With agility tunnels .
Specifically we’re going to teach at Camp Unleashed! We’re teaching Treiball & my Household Chores Class. We’re carrying the tunnels for our pal Nancy who is teaching agility at the camp. Nancy is a fancy agility trainer at ACE Dog Sports. We love Nancy.

Roys teeny lab girl friend Happy was staying with us for a week. Her family came and picked her up so Roy & I headed out for Circus Class. 
Todays itinerary included filthy creepy wizard puppets dancing with dogs.

That was cool. 
After class Roy & I headed to The Sports Basement to do some training and shopping. Roy found a rockin rocking horse and he climbed on it. He also bounced his big furry self all over those couches and then rolled around on them.

Then he crawled underneath a row of jogging strollers for me. 
They move and are low to the ground.

 On our way home we saw one of these fire hose spigots(I think thats what they are) sticking out of a wall.  Red on white. These things have a teeny amount of space to stand on, Roys a champ.

Fat Man Waiting

Someone gained 5 pounds! No,not me… Ok I’ve gained 12, yes 12 lbs since last november, thanks so much for asking. True gained the 5 lbs, he’s a fattie! So fat fat fat fat.
Well not really fat compared to an actual fat dog. He’s always been incredibly lean and fit, but at 11 1/2 years old he is officially retired from agility and herding so his activity levels have decreased a little. He also LOVES food. Here’s a hilarious historical fact~The rescue group I adopted him from told me he wasn’t very into food, HA HA HA HA HA. Wrong.
So I weighed him the other day and was shocked to find him at 58.8 lbs. He’s been on a diet ever since.
New Bag Of Food Day☆ is Trues favorite day of the month and it seems especially special this month. He camped out in the dark in the kitchen waiting for the bag to get poured into the vittle vault.

Because the rule is that while the kibble is getting poured into the bin, he gets to eat as much of it as he can.

Beardie Picnic

Our day started at 4am. Breakfast, walk, herding, work, work, hydrants, then some running at the park. 
This photo pretty much spells out what we’re dealing with here.
Alien King Punk Rocker
Roosevelt’s standard  somersault move, he’ll flip one in the middle of the sidewalk if he feels like it.



Roy drools if he can get on top of anything that might resemble a dogwalk, teeter or a-frame

I asked Roy if he wanted to jump on the tree stump. 
So he bit it?! Then he jumped on it.