Ah, Flyball... A class got canceled and then this week's got moved to tonight. Scheduling might be funky over the next couple of weeks but I've got my fingers crossed for *gasp* two classes in back-to-back weeks!

Duncan did awesome (with no video evidence...sorry). He went and grabbed the ball without me doing the psych out throw thing. When we were right before the first jump and beyond, he needed me to toss the ball. Our first round was pretty nice. Duncan's strong suit is his recalls. He wants Mommy and her gob of string cheese! I am a tiny bit disappointed in his tugging drive, but the food is working well.

When we were at the end of the line, it was interesting how Duncan reacted. I'd try to set him up the same as always. Procedure: crouch, pull Duncan close, kiss on long nose, take a hold of harness, whisper things like "See the ball? Let's get that ball", and then send him with a "Go!!" Most times, Duncan would fly away for a few steps, get over a hurdle or two, and then whirl around and bark at me. Ugh. He even dropped the ball before the last jump a couple times. I think that I can get those things worked out with some work at home, though. I just need to enlist a little help... hmmm.

Good news! We're going to try Duncan on the box next time. That's the spring-loaded contraption that shoots the ball out that they actually use in competition. My only grump about this is that there is no real way to practice at home. Grr.

So, we are rolling along with the Flyball. Duncan is coming out of his shell and gaining so much confidence, which is very awesome. Oh, and my little sable bugger - everyone loves you there.