You probably read how I kept Sambo entertained last week. But he still didn't have enough, I think I can honestly say that Sambo spent the last week more time as a biped than a quadruped. Half of the time he was hopping around me, bouncing from me, the furniture, the floor, the walls and the ceiling, not to mention the fact that he was showing off his set of teeth the whole time. With Belgians the thing goes something like this: a look toward your handler – you check if she's watching you and sees you – you move closer, just in case, so that your handler can have an 'up, close & personal' experience – if necessary, you let out a Woof or two to draw her attention to you – when you see that your handler is looking at you it's action time: ears back to your shoulder blades, head a bit down, set of teeth out and then, with such a wonderful personification of the Chupacabra you leap upon your handler's face. The course of events that follow can be different; you can crash into your handler's nose with your teeth, you can experience a head-on collision or, in the best of cases, you handler gets away with just a juicy Belgian kiss (the French don't get even close to the Belgians, yuck – if you are really lucky and have good reflexes you may get away with a Belgian kiss to the nose or the eye). The chance of avoiding the toothed torpedo is equal to zero so to speak, so I won't even mention it between the realistic options.
And how does the moment before the attack look like? Check it out:
Yes, it's true, it's difficult to escape a hyper Belgian and you can consider yourselves lucky if you manage to get away without any injuries most of the time. to be honest, I rarely do. The last such case was two days ago when we took a frisbee to our doggie walk after a long while. Because there's no real action and adrenalin in only throwing the frisbee I wanted to expand our repertoire with a jump over my leg. Big mistake. When the black monster was about 5 m away I called him, put my right foot into position and waved the frisbee at him. I could have known by now that if I show him the frisbee (or anything else that I can throw and he can catch), he will see the frisbee. And only the frisbee. He threw himself at it as the best rugby players there are, without remembering, of course, that it might be a good idea ti lift his legs. So he didn't. Now I have a nice bruise the size of a baseball over my right knee… But I'm sure it'll get better, maybe someday I get to the point that I'll be aware at least most of the time that I have a Belgian and what that means. If nothing else, I'm never bored :). Oh, and while youtubing a few days ago I found out that Bryan Adams is probably never bored either! I knew the guy had a good taste…
ps: and here's the link to Saturday's hikeing : http://myspace.agility-slo.net/
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