I’m going to be an Iron Dog! I’m going to be an Iron Dog!
No, not this kind of iron dog.
I have qualified myself to enter the Iron Dog competition at our DockDogs Nationals in October. What does that mean? Good question.
In order to qualify to even compete at the Nationals, you must be titled. Well, Spud and I are both titled, so we are going. (We were going last year, but my granddaddy got very, very sick, and we had to stay home.)
Spud has his Master Title in Big Air.
I have my Senior Title in Big Air.(And 3 out of 5 legs for a Master.)
And *that* qualifies me to enter the Iron Dog competition at the Nationals. It’s a real honor, but it is also going to be very, very strenuous.
My mom talked with me. “Sally,” she said, “did you know you are qualified to enter the Iron Dog competition at the Nationals.”
“Yes, Mom, I know,” I politely replied.
“Well, do you think you can handle it, Chocolate Dawg? “
“Handle it? You want to know if I can handle it? Mom, I can’t believe you asked me that.”
“Now, Sally, calm down. You’re starting to stress pant.”
“Stress pant, my little chocolate patootie!”
“Sally, do you know what all is involved with entering Iron Dog at the Nationals?”
“Well, not exactly, but whatever it is, I can definitely handle it!”
“You have to do the regular three disciplines. Then, on top of all that, you have to do the disciplines all over again in the Iron Dog category. Sally, hon, you’re going to be jumping continually the entire weekend.”
“And your point is…………”
“Okay, Sally, you’re in Iron Dog. I just completed the registration. You better start consuming your vitamins and Power Bones right now!”
<Gulp. BIG Gulp.> “Okay, mom. Thanks.”
Would someone please check my pulse. I feel a little faint.
See you on the dock,
Sally, the Captain of Team 3 Dawg Flite
Proud member of Dixie Dock Dogs