Starting tomorrow, Gatsby and Scout will now have agility class on the same night. Gatsby is being moved up to run in the advanced class, which is great for me because then I’d only have to make the trek to our training facility (it’s about 30-40 minutes away depending on traffic) once a week instead of twice a week.
Scout’s beginning class is from 6-7 and Gatsby’s class is from 7-8.
Last week, I picked up my brother on the way to class (he comes over and spends the night every other week or so to be on “Corg Duty” the next day; it’s our cheap option of doggy daycare), so I decided to bring Gatsby along since my brother will be there to sit with him in the waiting area while I had class with Scout.
…Bad idea. As you can see (and hear) in the video above, he was NOT having it. The little agility diva. Apparently, his sisfur is not allowed to do agility with mahm because that’s his thing to do; not hers. He is the only one apparently allowed to do corgility and be great. Sigh.
Scout on the other hand thinks that her brofur is in some sort of trouble. So, she takes off from me while we’re working on weaves. I’m calling her back to me with the “Touch!” command (in corgility class, touch = lots of treats). You can see how torn she is in the video. On the one hand, she was like, “but…but…mahm has the cheeeeeeeese!” and on the other hand, she was all, “Don’t worry brofur! I save you from uncle!”
Soooo. Tomorrow should be interesting.
I hadn’t seen a video of Scout before, so I wanted to see what her personality was like and honestly, it was just like I imagined. That video had me straight up laughing. She was like “Brofur? Is that you? I’m coming!” then you can see how torn she is between going to Gatsby and returning to Mahm. She’s adorable. Gatsby is lucky to have a sisfur that will leave cheese behind to go check on him.