Saturday Daniel took me to watch an agility trial after we got our hair cut and ate breakfast. He’s nice that way. Does stuff I enjoy just because I enjoy it. But that’s another post.
I’m not sure how long we were there watching the dogs and their handlers run agility courses, but it seemed like only a minute. Probably closer to two hours. I could have stayed all day. There’s nothing like watching dog and handler teams working together.
But what Daniel said to me on the way home stopped me and left me speechless. Which he will tell you seldom, if ever, happens.
He said, “You need to do that.”
I replied, “Do what?”
“Learn to work with dogs,” he explained.
“Well, I’m trying to learn,” I said.
He turned to look at me and uttered the words that made me speechless, the words I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since Saturday afternoon.
“No, I mean you need to work with dogs. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you that passionate about something. You were sitting up on the edge of your seat completely involved in what was going on.”
He’s right. I love working with dogs. I would love to be able to do what those dog/handler teams do.
So I think I will.