Comments on: Missing Flyball Already http://www.flyballblog.com/missing-flyball-already/ i-Flyball Thu, 12 Aug 2010 20:40:07 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Jackie Gillies http://www.flyballblog.com/missing-flyball-already/comment-page-1/#comment-814 Jackie Gillies Mon, 10 Dec 2007 16:48:54 +0000 http://www.flyballblog.com/missing-flyball-already/#comment-814 I also love that, for me personally, taking a break from the realities of world happenings. I am a news junky, have Fox News on all day while I work. When I am at flyball tournaments, I haven't a clue what is going on - and really like this break from life. I get to check out! Jackie I also love that, for me personally, taking a break from the realities of world happenings. I am a news junky, have Fox News on all day while I work. When I am at flyball tournaments, I haven’t a clue what is going on – and really like this break from life. I get to check out!

Jackie

]]> By: Heather http://www.flyballblog.com/missing-flyball-already/comment-page-1/#comment-813 Heather Mon, 10 Dec 2007 16:37:08 +0000 http://www.flyballblog.com/missing-flyball-already/#comment-813 Amen to that from someone is also "regrouping." I would also add the RUSH! I will never forget the day my first flyball dog, a lab named Star, FINALLY ran her first heat (last dog on the last heat.) It took almost exactly a year of training and warm-ups. I remember everything going dead silent in my head as I let her go. Watching each footstep as she bounded towords the box. But what really sticks out is not only my teamates, but also the opposing team and everyone from other teams who had come to watch, screaming and hugging me as if I had just taken the gold at the olympics. WHAT A RUSH!!! A few moments later I realized that she had missed the tug completely and hit my hand instead (I'm a groomer, I need my hands!!) I got bandaged up and ran the next race. :D That is flyball, to me. Amen to that from someone is also “regrouping.”

I would also add the RUSH! I will never forget the day my first flyball dog, a lab named Star, FINALLY ran her first heat (last dog on the last heat.) It took almost exactly a year of training and warm-ups. I remember everything going dead silent in my head as I let her go. Watching each footstep as she bounded towords the box. But what really sticks out is not only my teamates, but also the opposing team and everyone from other teams who had come to watch, screaming and hugging me as if I had just taken the gold at the olympics. WHAT A RUSH!!!

A few moments later I realized that she had missed the tug completely and hit my hand instead (I’m a groomer, I need my hands!!) I got bandaged up and ran the next race. :D That is flyball, to me.

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