Taz and I had a new experience today: the Canine Classic 5k for people and dogs. The starting corral was quite interesting. For one thing, it was, without a doubt, the noisiest race start I have ever been involved with - dogs do not quiet down when start time approaches! And little Taz was a bit unsure of himself, being hemmed in with humans and dogs - most bigger than he - with no room to do his jump-up-and-spin-around move when other dogs started getting up close and personal.
At the turnaround point, it really, truly, became enjoyable. The wind (and ice pellets) were primarily at our back, the crowd had thinned out, and Taz decided that this was mighty good fun. Rather than the flush at my side or slightly behind me position he had held during the into-the-wind portion of the course, he strutted out in front and got his big ol' cattle dog grin on his face. Both of us picked up speed - and picked off dogs (and humans) - as we cruised to the finish. A classic 5k indeed!
More fun was in store for Taz after the race. Ya' know that mud we charged through? Well a whole lot of it ended up on Taz's legs and belly. Into the bath the pup went (poor li'l fella, he really does not like water - even with Kendall feeding him ham bits continuously while I was scrubbing him down). He did, however, like the post-bath towel rub and nap. And we sure think this sparkly clean beee-a-U-tiful cattle dog is just about the finest pup - and running buddy - on the planet!
