This week's class wasn't our finest hour.
I signaled with one hand when I should have used two. I stopped when I should have kept going. I got too far ahead (a rare occurrence with Henry's speed, but wrong nonetheless).
On and on.
I got really frustrated with myself, and then with Henry, and that is never a good thing.
It was in this frame of mind that I did the most horrible thing you can ever do at dog class, the one thing that conveys to all in attendance that you are, indeed, a truly EVIL human being.
I said, "No."
Saying "no" to your dog during happy, happy agility time is like unleashing an expletive-laced tirade on your toddler in the grocery store. Of course I got scolded. For the record, it wasn't a really stern "no," but still, I was sorry and acted perky and happy for a good five minutes or so to make up for it.
Then, to torture my last remaining nerve -- if indeed I had any left at that point -- we tried to learn the weave poles all over again using a completely different method. The weave poles have been really ticking me off anyway because Henry zips right through the ones we have at home, but at class he hesitates and then walks through them very slowly, if at all. Henry seemed more befuddled by this method than the previous three, but I will keep trying at home.
It was one of those nights when I walked out feeling like this has all been a stupid and expensive mistake.
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