Back To The Drawing Board

I really can be such a good and personable boy and I can leap onto anyone’s lap in a single bound! Just ask Melinda!

Wow. Did I have a busy weekend over the Labor Day holiday! Who knew there was so much to do? Even though I am still full of energy, I think I wore out my foster mom, which is why I haven't blogged for a couple of days. 

Over the holiday weekend, I went to an agility trial with my foster mom and some of the other dogs. We went to Rochester, the place where I was found, and we got to hang out under a tent and walk around on the grass and see a lot of dogs that I had never met, doing what I really like doing: agility.

Unfortunately, I was not on my best behavior. It was all the other dogs. There were so many of them and I didn't know any of them, and I couldn't help being my usual obnoxious self - times about a hundred. I know my foster mom became quite frustrated with my crazy outbursts. And even though I really did try to collect myself and earn a few treats, it took all the effort I could muster and my attention didn't last long. Drat.

After awhile, my foster mom arranged it so I could meet another small, young Sheltie named Spring. Yippee! A meet and greet! Count me in! 

As my foster mom predicted, once Spring and I exchanged our "hi, how do you do" sniffs, I was a perfect gentleman, and I was ready to romp and rip up the grass with him. But Spring did not want to play. He just stood there like a statue with perfect behavior. Huh? How could he pass on the chance to frolic with a lively fellow like me? Go figure. 

Meanwhile, a few yards away, there was a whole little compound of shelties and they were playing with each other and getting treats from their owner and having tons of fun. Spring, no; Keyme and company, yes, Yes, YES!!!  Let me at 'em! I went ballistic for wanting to be a part of that action with a noisy, out-of-control behavioral display! Ooops. Bad choice. 

I guess that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. By that time, my foster mom had had enough of my annoying antics and, instead of letting me meet Keyme, she put me back into my kennel while muttering something about "going back to the drawing board." Double drat.

The next day we had company. My foster mom's son and daughter-in-law came for a barbecue and also friends Ron and Kristin. I was a total angel while they visited, if I do say so myself, and I think my foster mom, who needed a break from trying to figure me out, was both relieved and grateful because she didn't call MN Sheltie Rescue to give me back!