Yesterday, Mom took me to the Ohio State University for the vet school's annual "welcome back" event, which has an agility demo. Last year she took Popper, but she said she wanted to take ME since I'm just the awesomest outdoors.

Well, see, the ground was really wet and squishy, and there were all sorts of wormies and slugs and smells coming out of that ground. Frankly, those are way more impressive than Mom jumping around waving her hands around, even with the treats.

One of Mom's agility teachers asked if she wanted something called "Captain Crunch." We went over to her car and Mom received a MAGIC BAG OF NOMS. OMG. BEST NOMS EVER!! I stared as hard as I could at that bag - and Mom would laugh and give me one of its peanut buttery goodness.

We started another run, and I started my sniffing business, and Mom just touched her pocket slightly - so I stared at her, willing her to give me a nom. Once I'd trained her to give me one when I stared at her, I started following her around and we ran the agility course - complemented, of course, with plenty of those magic noms. I even gave her my secret weapon - 12 weave poles - and got a ton of those delicious, crunchy treats in return.

After we made a mad dash home to pick up Popper and go to agility class, Mom still had that magic bag of noms. I did my very best in class, perfecting everything I'd been a bit shaky on previously, like doing the weave poles after another obstacle. I also hate hate HATE the tire, but as I was getting ready to jump in the space between the tire and the frame, I changed my mind and went through the center, because I just KNEW Mom would give me a ton of noms. And she did!!

I guess everybody else thought I did really well too, because Mom said they promoted me to the next level of classes. She was so happy she took Popper and me out for ice cream cones. And they were awesome.

Yesterday I ran in the Flash Point Agility trial (CPE), and I Q'd in both Fullhouse and Jackpot! These are my first Q's ever, and Mom and Dad were just glowing with pride. I ran in Standard, too, but that stoopid tire at the beginning was a spawn of Satan and Mom made me keep circling to it several times until I jumped through the center. Why didn't she say so in the first place?? Stoopid hoomin. Anyhoo, because of her mistake, I was over time for that event and did not Q. I mean, sheesh, I can only run so fast to make up for her mishandling, right?

My brother Popper didn't get ANY Q's. All for Merlin! Funnily enough, the two Q's I got were the ones he needs to finish his level 1 title. You can bet I was barking in his ear about that all the way home. Silly Popper. I am THE best agility dog!

I had agility class the other night, and everything was awesome until I was getting ready for my turn, and out of nowhere, this loose border collie comes running up for a visit.

I do NOT like loose dogs. They make me very, very nervous. Mom scooped me up, but I don't care - that dog needed to be taught a lesson. You just can't run around loose in agility class. It's not polite. So I was telling him what-for, when Mom trotted me outside. We had a short little walk, and went back inside.

I was not to be distracted.

I watched that dog from across the building - I knew he was up to something again, just biding his time. Probably going to sneak up on me if I wasn't paying attention and bite me on the butt or something!

Eventually, I kinda forgot about him, but Mom was really all up in my grill for the rest of the class; it was kind of annoying!

Mom took me out on a walk with Popper, and as we were passing by this one house, out runs a couple of older girls. Naturally, I'm quite wary of anything that makes a lot of high pitched noises and bolts from nowhere, so I was trying to drag Mom somewhere safe.

One of the girls turned to Mom and asked if I was a chihuahua.


I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her, then dragged Mom off, while she called, "No, hon, that's a CORGI!"

After YEARS and YEARS of waiting for agility to start again, it finally did, YAY!

I must say, I showed off and impressed everyone with my mad skills. All others pale in comparison to my sheer awesomeness.

Then Mom stuck me in a crate for an hour and played with Popper. I was displeased. It wasn't fair. So I barked and barked and barked my displeasure for the whole hour.

Now it was Mom's turn to be displeased. Poo poo on her. You shouldn't lock the corgi away for an hour and play with another dog. It's not right.