Anyway, I just got back from Family Camp! We do it every year. My humans and I and our whole church go camping together for a weekend. Lizzy brought my agility equipment because there was lots of space there to practice. I had a great time showing off to all the people! Here's a couple pictures...
Here I am, ready to run to the jump and fly over!
Look at that air! I actually don't really have to jump that high in agility, I have to jump 16 inches because that's about the height of my shoulders. But I really love jumping, so Lizzy sets up big jumps for me!
I wasn't the only one doing agility. Meet Jake and Dexter, my Cocker Spaniel friends!
This is Jake...
And this is Dexter.
Jake and Dexter have never done agility before. I think they did very good on the jump for their first try!
After jumping, we went to the beach. It was really fun! Jake, Dexter and I chased an orange ball for a long time. Of course, I was much faster than them. No one can outrun me!
Look at me run! Do you think I have some Greyhound mixed in my blood?
Ha! I got the ball first. Jake and Dexter are pretty fast, but no match for me!
Soon Jake and Dexter got tired of playing ball, and played with each other instead while I still chased the ball. They are brothers, so they play fight all the time. Here's Dexter and Jake in the water...
And Jake chasing Dexter...
Near the end of the day at the beach, I was eating lollipops that some humans had dropped on the ground, when this big black dog came up. He looked at a sand sculpture that Lizzy helped her friends make, and he walked around it as if looking for a spot to mark his territory. When he didn't find a good enough spot, he looked behind the sculpture at a yellow bag filled with... um... well I'm not sure what it was filled with, but it was full. I think it was Dexter's owner's bag. I guess the black dog decided it was a much nicer thing to mark his territory on, because that's exactly what he did. Lizzy and her dad saw him do that, and Dad yelled at him and shooed him away. As soon as Dad turned around to find Dexter's owners to tell them what had happened to the bag, I saw my chance. I'm not gonna let some strange dog go mark my friends territory as his own! I'd better do the friendliest thing, and mark it back for Dexter. So that's exactly what I did. By now the bag was pretty wet. Dexter's owner finally came and washed it in the salty beach water. I don't know why she did it... maybe she didn't know that I marked it back for her family? She probably thought it was just the black dog that marked it and she wanted to get rid of his mark. I guess I should have marked it back when she was looking, because then she would know that the black dog's mark is covered up and she wouldn't have to wash it out. Oh well.
Well, we had a great time at Family Camp. But it sure feels good to be home where I can chase my cats and terrorize the mailman some more!