<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:26:09.776+09:30</updated><category term='ebbi'/><category term='canine heart disease'/><category term='beazli'/><category term='flyball'/><category term='canine cardiomyopathy'/><title type='text'>My Flyball Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>the story of how Sydney Pyschos are helping me be a Brave Good Girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-31693148106889002</id><published>2007-03-27T10:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:46:15.121+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OUT THERE IN ORANGE</title><content type='html'>Beazli didn't come with us to the OrangeRunningoftheBalls because his sore back got much worse and it's really hard for him to walk - he keeps falling over.  So he stayed at Dr Janet's Vet while my mum and me went to the Competition with my Team.  The first night was different from other Competitions because I had to sleep in my house all night, and my Team slept in their cars instead of in the same place with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghsqUh9MJI/AAAAAAAAARs/NelAMqRR5PI/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghsqUh9MJI/AAAAAAAAARs/NelAMqRR5PI/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046402856790077586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Competition Day was different too because I missed my little Flyball friend Rascal and it was the coldest coldest coldest coldest day I had ever had in my whole life. I was shivering so much from being cold that Jenni felt sorry for me and lent me one of Missy's warm coats.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghuJ0h9MKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hWU9LMLcAsY/s1600-h/DSCF0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghuJ0h9MKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hWU9LMLcAsY/s200/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046404497467584674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later my mum bought me my own snuggly purple coat that fitted me properly and it's the right colour too.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rghv7kh9MLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6XgKOPiEMJ4/s1600-h/DSCF0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rghv7kh9MLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6XgKOPiEMJ4/s320/DSCF0135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046406451677704370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore my snuggly coat all day except for Racing with my Team - everyone took their coats off for Racing.  But I didn't really do Racing with my Team, I got too scared of the new awful noise the Watch the Lights was making and I just wanted to run away all day from the noise and from that Judge man Trent who kept looking at me all the time.  My mum and my Team kept asking me to do a Full Run but I couldn't do it, it's different from training with everyone watching and shouting and I hated those noises and finally my mum just let me sleep in my house where I feel safe from everything scary.&lt;p&gt;Digger is Braver than me, this was his first Competition where he did proper Racing with his Team and he got enough points to be called Flyball Dog Digger now.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghxmEh9MMI/AAAAAAAAASE/bFcMJiC14VE/s1600-h/DSCF0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghxmEh9MMI/AAAAAAAAASE/bFcMJiC14VE/s200/DSCF0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046408281333772482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Missy got a new name too, she's called Flyball Master Excellent Missy because she's been so fast in so many races.  Missy was the start dog in my Team, and the other dogs in my Team were Molly and Rosie and Kaos. That Team was called Sydney Psychos and we came first and got a nice white ribbon and lots of prizes. I like going to get my ribbon, I've done that before lots of times and I'm not scared of it any more.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh33kh9MNI/AAAAAAAAASM/f35nu0hAubo/s1600-h/DSCF0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh33kh9MNI/AAAAAAAAASM/f35nu0hAubo/s200/DSCF0157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046415179051249874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was happy when that Competition day was over and we could have proper playtime with all my Team, and dinner with Molly and Connor, and then go to sleep in my house until morning playtime again.&lt;p&gt;We had more adventures on the way home from Orange, first when we had coffee somewhere and my mum told Alex she was too tired to drive home, so she climbed in the back of the Berlingo with me and we snuggled up on all the pillows and had a nap.  And then after driving a while we found Alex on the side of the road with Ian and Sandi and Alex's car wouldn't go so everyone sat around for the longest time until a man came with a big truck and he put Alex's car on top of it and our Psychos trailer behind it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh6DEh9MOI/AAAAAAAAASU/yxRfRpsvdsw/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh6DEh9MOI/AAAAAAAAASU/yxRfRpsvdsw/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046417575643001058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh6iEh9MPI/AAAAAAAAASc/MPsTIbZ521o/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh6iEh9MPI/AAAAAAAAASc/MPsTIbZ521o/s200/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046418108218945778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly and Connor and Alex had to come in the Berlingo with us to get home, because Alex's car had to say at Lithgow for the man to fix it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh7XUh9MRI/AAAAAAAAASs/q1idUG7dyVM/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh7XUh9MRI/AAAAAAAAASs/q1idUG7dyVM/s200/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046419023046979858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh7J0h9MQI/AAAAAAAAASk/tX1Yk2X_d9I/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rgh7J0h9MQI/AAAAAAAAASk/tX1Yk2X_d9I/s200/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046418791118745858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to get my Beazli before we could come all the way home and he was crying while he told me he missed me and my mum and he doesn't really like having to wear little boots even though they help him walk better.  It was 9 o'clock in the night time before we could all go to bed in our own house and rest after a big weekend out there in Orange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-31693148106889002?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/31693148106889002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=31693148106889002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/31693148106889002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/31693148106889002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/03/out-there-in-orange.html' title='OUT THERE IN ORANGE'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RghsqUh9MJI/AAAAAAAAARs/NelAMqRR5PI/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-5886523515250137209</id><published>2007-03-20T06:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:02:30.241+10:30</updated><title type='text'>THE SADDEST DAY</title><content type='html'>My mum and Beazli and me are crying because today is the saddest Flyball day we've ever had. My little Flyball friend Rascal had an Operation yesterday for 'desexing' and afterwards she got very very very sick and this morning she left the world and went to Flyball Heaven.  My mum says we won't see Rascal ever again, at least not until we all go to Flyball Heaven too.  Rascal was only 7 months old but she could already do good Overs and Around on the Box and she was never a Delinquent like me, she was a Good Girl all the time.  Jenni and Mark and Missy and all the Sydney Psychos will never stop thinking about Rascal and how pretty she was and how she made us happy and how much fun she had at Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf7zBiwEuiI/AAAAAAAAARk/dTlPHDWP1rs/s1600-h/Rascal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf7zBiwEuiI/AAAAAAAAARk/dTlPHDWP1rs/s400/Rascal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043735840535394850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Flyball Friend Rascal who's gone to Flyball Heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-5886523515250137209?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5886523515250137209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=5886523515250137209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/5886523515250137209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/5886523515250137209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/03/saddest-day.html' title='THE SADDEST DAY'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf7zBiwEuiI/AAAAAAAAARk/dTlPHDWP1rs/s72-c/Rascal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-5269833770251331002</id><published>2007-03-19T06:24:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:11:02.215+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WATCH THE DEVIL DOG</title><content type='html'>Remember when my mum told me I had to tell you the seconds for my Full Run from the Watch the Lights at Flyball?  She said I would get faster and have a different time and she was right.  Yesterday at Flyball we did lots of Team practises for the OrangeRunningoftheBalls Flyball Competition next weekend.  And every time we did them with the Watch the Lights I got faster and faster.&lt;p&gt;I did a Full Run that was 8.8 seconds.  I did a Full Run that was 8.1 seconds.  And I did a Full Run that was 7.8 seconds. I was a Clever Perfect Good Ebbi Darling lots of times and my Team was happy and my mum was very happy and even grumpy Ian was happy.  He didn't say anything angry to me all day. &lt;p&gt;But he did an angry voice with my mum and told her she shouldn't push me forward when it's my Ready Ready Ready turn.  He said if she pushes me forward then I have to get my balance on my first steps and I can't go faster.  I don't know how he knows everything but he does because I wanted to tell my mum that myself, I wanted to tell her just to let me go when it's my Ready Ready Ready turn because I know what to do.&lt;p&gt;I know I have to go fast to the first Over even if Kaos or Molly is running back to me, they won't run into me because we practice Cross Overs and they won't bite me because they are my friends from my Team.&lt;p&gt;I love doing Watch the Lights, it's better than just doing Overs even though we still have to do them at the beginning of the day.&lt;p&gt;There are some new dogs at Sydney Psychos, and my mum has been helping them with their Overs, Ian says she should be an expert at Overs because she's had to do so many with me when I behave like a Devil Dog.&lt;p&gt;My mum's been been helping Sunny Boy, he's a bit fat like my Beazli because I think he likes his dinner a lot. He can do four Overs now before he gets tired.  And my mum's been helping Aussie do Around the Pole, he's black and skinny but taller than me and he just wants to play with everyone.  They might be in my Team one day if they keep learning and try not to be Delinquents.&lt;p&gt;When we got home after a really long playtime my mum said me and Beazli are going to have a big adventure at the OrangeRunningoftheBalls.  We have to go a long long way in the Berlingo and stay in one of those different houses again.  We're going to stay with Jenni and Missy and Alex and Molly and Connor.  Beazli has never come with us before so I'll have to tell him what to do.  I hope he behaves himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf2deiwEuhI/AAAAAAAAARc/rba4LSoQsjI/s1600-h/Playtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf2deiwEuhI/AAAAAAAAARc/rba4LSoQsjI/s320/Playtime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043360305774901778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-5269833770251331002?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5269833770251331002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=5269833770251331002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/5269833770251331002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/5269833770251331002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/03/watch-devil-dog.html' title='WATCH THE DEVIL DOG'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rf2deiwEuhI/AAAAAAAAARc/rba4LSoQsjI/s72-c/Playtime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-3161896610724101156</id><published>2007-03-06T08:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:55:16.624+10:30</updated><title type='text'>TOO BUSY TO BLOG</title><content type='html'>It's so busy here with people coming and going and doing things that my mum doesn't really have time to help me with my blog.  I keep asking her and then someone else comes.  On Saturday Ian and Sandi and Jenni and Mark and Alex were here but only Molly and Connor came, no other Flyball dog friends.  The man who belongs to my mum's sister who lives a long long way away in a place called Brisbane was here too.  He has a lot of names, his name is 'MyBrotherInLaw' and 'Marianne'sHusband' and 'Des'.  He did something on a ladder with stuff out of a big container that he was putting on the walls, while my Pyscho team people did something in our messy garage.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyTx_EKbOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/COu5BsDheB4/s1600-h/Trailerload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyTx_EKbOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/COu5BsDheB4/s320/Trailerload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038564570072509666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of Saturday was swimming, even with scary Ian in my pool with me.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyVRvEKbPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PnIUnxUraYE/s1600-h/EbbiIan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyVRvEKbPI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PnIUnxUraYE/s320/EbbiIan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038566215044984050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum wanted me to show Ian how I can go on my board across the pool but I had to watch out for Ian and I only did it properly after he went home.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyV6PEKbQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LUiIJ7ldTwY/s1600-h/EbbiFall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyV6PEKbQI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LUiIJ7ldTwY/s320/EbbiFall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038566910829686018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beazli's a big show-off, he didn't care about Ian in the pool or Jenni and Mark watching, he just chased his sausages like he always does.  Now that he has his floaties he doesn't get so tired swimming any more, the floaties are for his big heart and his sore back that I told you about before.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyWfvEKbRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6bbkkU6_34k/s1600-h/Beazbeaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyWfvEKbRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6bbkkU6_34k/s320/Beazbeaut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038567555074780434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we went to Flyball even though 'MyBrotherInLaw' 'Marianne'sHusband' 'Des' was still doing the thing on the walls.  Because we have our new Watch the Lights and because we are going to a Competition soon we did lots of practises with My Team, and I really really liked it and I only had to go on my back once at the beginning because I was a Darling Good Girl and did all my Full Runs when it was my turn.  Those Watch the Lights make it very exciting and then while we are waiting for my turn my mum talks to me softly and says 'see there goes Missy Over Over Over Over and now it's Rosie Over Over Over Over and now its Kaos Over Over Over Over and now it's Molly and as soon as I can see Molly going Over Over Over Over I know it's my turn next and I get Ready to do my Overs and Catch the Ball and Bring it to my mum.&lt;p&gt;One time Debbi said 'that was an excellent CrossOver Ebbi!' because I accidentally did a good CrossOver with Molly when she was coming back, I was so excited I didn't even know I was doing it.&lt;p&gt;Now we are just at home again with more people, the sister Marianne came last night even though MyBrotherInLaw' 'Marianne'sHusband' 'Des' isn't here any more.  I like her, she's the one who plays lots of catch with me.  My mum says that I have a Cousin called Max that belongs to the sister Marianne, and he's a black Kelpie like me but bigger.  He doesn't learn Flyball like I do.  I wonder if I will see him one day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-3161896610724101156?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3161896610724101156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=3161896610724101156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/3161896610724101156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/3161896610724101156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/03/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='TOO BUSY TO BLOG'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReyTx_EKbOI/AAAAAAAAAQU/COu5BsDheB4/s72-c/Trailerload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-2687717465484049832</id><published>2007-02-25T17:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T08:27:09.240+10:30</updated><title type='text'>DIGGER COMES BACK</title><content type='html'>We didn't go to Flyball today because my Team went to a Competition without us.  My mum said there was too much work to do around the house and there must have been a lot of work because Alex came every day for three days and another new lady came too, to help my mum do work around the house.&lt;p&gt;I kind of didn't really mind because I love it when Molly and Connor come especially Molly we just chase each other around and bark and have the best time.&lt;p&gt;Every day though my Mum and Alex talked in sad voices about Digger.  They said he got frightened of the big thunder with the awful lights, not a thunderstorm but those other scary ones called fireworks at the CanberraRoyalCompetition and he ran away from his Team and his mum and his dad and he was lost at the Competition and everyone was very worried. I know how scary those fireworks are, I was scared last night in a thunderstorm and I was in my house. &lt;p&gt;Digger is one of my  friends we sit down the back of the races together because we are beginners.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReE4bGkGAKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/toBzQc24WAM/s1600-h/DSCF0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReE4bGkGAKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/toBzQc24WAM/s320/DSCF0095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035367896646549666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't like to think about him being lost in the dark at a Competition. He was lost on Friday night and he was lost on Saturday night and he was lost this morning and he was lost this afternoon and everyone kept those sad voices all day when they talked about Digger.&lt;p&gt;But tonight we are all as happy as we can be because a nice lady found Digger trying to walk home on that big busy road where me and Beazli saw the truck fall over on its side.  Alex said it would take Digger a week to walk home but he didn't have to, the nice lady brought him back to his mum and his dad and back to his Team and we don't have to worry about our Digger and we can have happy voices when we talk about him.  I can hardly wait to see him at training on Sunday.  I'm going to give him a big kiss and tell him how glad I am he isn't lost any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReNXFGkGALI/AAAAAAAAAQI/68r9lfNshFE/s1600-h/PIC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReNXFGkGALI/AAAAAAAAAQI/68r9lfNshFE/s320/PIC_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035964553503310002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tired friend Digger after he was found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-2687717465484049832?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2687717465484049832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=2687717465484049832&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/2687717465484049832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/2687717465484049832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/02/digger-comes-back.html' title='DIGGER COMES BACK'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/ReE4bGkGAKI/AAAAAAAAAP8/toBzQc24WAM/s72-c/DSCF0095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-936050104955760470</id><published>2007-02-18T18:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:47:39.939+10:30</updated><title type='text'>DOING IT WITH MY TEAM</title><content type='html'>Today at Flyball I did some Good Girl things, some Delinquent things, and some Ebbi Darling You Are Such a Clever Good Best Girl things at the end.&lt;p&gt;When we started with 8 Overs back from the Box I did them all once but I thought that was enough after being Good yesterday so for a while I did Run Along the Side and then I did Over 2 and Run Along the Side but you guessed it my mum put me on my back and then when I did Run Along the Side again Ian came and got me and tied me up to tree all by myself away from all my Flyball friends and away from Beazli and my house.&lt;p&gt;I didn't like that at all so when mum asked me to do Over, Around Catch the Ball Bring It, I did it for her and Alex and so Ian wouldn't tie me up all by myself again.&lt;p&gt;Mostly I did what Alex and my mum asked me to do, even jumping Over very big jumps, higher than I've ever done before.   They took a long time asking me to do a Full Run close by to where Jessie and Zeus were practising but I kept looking at Sandi on the other Box and she reminded me of the scary man on the other Box at NowraShowtimeFlyball.  I felt much better when they took me away to do it by myself and I did do a Full Run and then I was allowed in the pool.&lt;p&gt;But that was only a Good Girl thing, not an Ebbi Darling You Are Such a Clever Good Best Girl thing.  That came at the end when everyone was doing special racing.  It was special because Sydney Psychos has something new, we have our own Watch the Lights.  They came from very very far away from a place called America and they are just like the Watch the Lights at competitions, they go Yellow Yellow Yellow Green and then you have to race. No other teams have their own Watch the Lights, only Sydney Psychos and the people who do Competitions, my mum says those people are called the AFA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj0gk1T0HI/AAAAAAAAADU/lRNL5ujxL0E/s1600-h/DSCF0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj0gk1T0HI/AAAAAAAAADU/lRNL5ujxL0E/s320/DSCF0050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033041424066793586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to sit with my Team and Ian shouted Line Em Up, Team Ready, Watch the Lights and then Kaos went as fast as he could and then Zeus and then Jessie and then Lance and then my mum took me to the new Lights and I did a Full Run and everyone cheered!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj0uk1T0II/AAAAAAAAADc/sELpmao2NZ0/s1600-h/DSCF0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj0uk1T0II/AAAAAAAAADc/sELpmao2NZ0/s320/DSCF0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033041664584962178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it 4 times, and it was exciting and I wanted to do it and the last time my mum didn't even have to take me to the new Lights, she just let me go and I did it, I did a Full Run and I didn't drop the ball any of the times, I bought it straight back to my mum and everyone kept cheering and that was the Ebbi Darling You Are Such a Clever Good Best Girl thing I did today. You can see a &lt;a href="http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/ebi1.wmv"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of how happy everyone is with me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj2YU1T0LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d6M2aniBxNM/s1600-h/DSCF0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj2YU1T0LI/AAAAAAAAAD0/d6M2aniBxNM/s320/DSCF0070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033043481356128434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS My mum said I have to tell you that the Watch the Lights has a time thing and when I did my Full Run my time was 9.637 seconds.  I don't know what that means but my mum says if I keep practising I will go much faster and my time will be different one day and then I can tell about it.&lt;p&gt;PPSS My mum said to tell you it is exactly 15 months since I started learning Flyball on 20 November 2005.  She said one day we will make a list of all the Brave Good Girl things I have learnt from my Team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-936050104955760470?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/936050104955760470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=936050104955760470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/936050104955760470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/936050104955760470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/02/doing-it-with-my-team.html' title='DOING IT WITH MY TEAM'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdj0gk1T0HI/AAAAAAAAADU/lRNL5ujxL0E/s72-c/DSCF0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-7565917876317160554</id><published>2007-02-18T10:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:47:49.574+10:30</updated><title type='text'>LUDDENHAM LOONIES</title><content type='html'>We're getting ready to go to Flyball today, and that makes 2 days in a row because we did a Demonstration at the LuddenhamShow yesterday.&lt;p&gt;It was kind of like a competition but there weren't any other Teams, and kind of like the SydneyRoyalEasterShow only smaller.  There were lots and lots of horses (they are like ginormous dogs and I remembered them from the SydneyRoyalEasterShow) except at the LuddenhamShow there were people sitting on top of the horses! They kept coming close to where our Team was sitting between the ice-cream truck and the popcorn van, and every time they came close I had to bark and so did Kaos and even Beazli barked because he says he has never seen people sitting on top of horses either.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdjxoE1T0DI/AAAAAAAAACo/o4NO-aSW1NQ/s1600-h/DSCF0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdjxoE1T0DI/AAAAAAAAACo/o4NO-aSW1NQ/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033038254380929074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat in our spot for a long time while all sorts of people and kids came to talk to us and I let some of the kids pat me.  Kaos kept trying to go into the popcorn van and Beazli tried to take my mum's pear and he kept asking every stranger if they would give him some food.  He puts his foot up and looks sad at people but it's hard for him to pretend that he's really hungry because he's not what you would call skinny.  (Not like me.)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdjymk1T0FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3n1rl6BkewU/s1600-h/DSCF0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rdjymk1T0FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3n1rl6BkewU/s320/DSCF0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033039328122753106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a long time waiting we finally got to do our Demonstration and we had to walk with our Team Sydney Psychos out into the middle where all the horses used to be.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdjzMU1T0GI/AAAAAAAAADA/6dfsy5_hE_s/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdjzMU1T0GI/AAAAAAAAADA/6dfsy5_hE_s/s200/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033039976662814818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  There was tons of horse poo and Kaos and Zeus tried to eat some.  My mum tied me and Beazli to our &lt;a href="http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/index.php?p=1_14"&gt;Psycho Slammer&lt;/a&gt; which is a special tie down stake, near a little bridge in the middle.  Straight away me and Beazli went up on the litte bridge so we could see everything, all the people watching and all the racing and my mum doing Boxloading.&lt;p&gt;Everyone was a bit excited because we had waited so long and there was some running away and crossing over and missing Overs before there was a good race.  I could see my mum laughing.&lt;p&gt;Soon it was time for the Beginners to do Overs back from the Box and Mocha had a turn but he just did Run Along the Side and Rascal had a turn but she just did Run Along the Side and then I had a turn and I did all my Overs as fast as anything and you should have seen my mum she was so happy that when she asked me to do it again I did it faster than before and Alex came over specially to tell me I am an Ebbi Darling.&lt;p&gt;Then there were some more races and even though I was tied to my Psycho Slammer I did get into a little bit of trouble because over on the other side of the bridge there was a place where people were riding animals that looked a bit like really fat horses, except with sharp things on their heads and they jumped around and tried to make the people fall off.  I was frightened of them and I told them in my loudest bark not to get outside their fence and come near our Flyball.  But my mum yelled No Ebbi so I stopped barking and just kept my eye on them for the rest of the time.  Well, I did bark a couple more times but I definitely stopped every time my mum said No Ebbi.  Later my mum told me and Beazli that those big fat horses were called bulls.  They are boy cows and they don't like people sitting on top of them.  But my mum said the horses do like it and I believe her because I didn't see one horse jump around in a naughty way to make its person fall off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-7565917876317160554?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7565917876317160554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=7565917876317160554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/7565917876317160554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/7565917876317160554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/02/luddenham-loonies.html' title='LUDDENHAM LOONIES'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdjxoE1T0DI/AAAAAAAAACo/o4NO-aSW1NQ/s72-c/DSCF0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-1025967502059787755</id><published>2007-02-12T16:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:40:47.277+10:30</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER FLYBALL COMPETITION</title><content type='html'>My mum didn't even tell me we were going to a Flyball competition until we got into the little car by ourselves on Friday and started going to NowraShowtimeFlyball.  We had to drive a long way and we didn't meet any Flyball friends until we got to a special house where Jenni was with Missy and Rascal and Ian and Sandi were there with Rosie and Kaos and Deb and John were there with Maverick and Jessica.  The house had a great big yard and there was tons of room, even enough room for Alex and Molly and Connor and Susan and Rob and Chloe and Mocha when they came, tons of room to chase squeaky purple balls and play rough games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAI3E1Tz9I/AAAAAAAAABg/MOJXHnK7z9I/s1600-h/DSCF0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAI3E1Tz9I/AAAAAAAAABg/MOJXHnK7z9I/s200/DSCF0064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030530526056009682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum was tired from driving (and getting lost, she didn't tell me we were lost until later) so she laid in the hammock and had a rest before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAJRE1Tz-I/AAAAAAAAABo/EYPCQOYITkA/s1600-h/DSCF0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAJRE1Tz-I/AAAAAAAAABo/EYPCQOYITkA/s200/DSCF0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030530972732608482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't even mind when we had to go to bed because we had done such good playing, and I was very happy in the morning because I knew we must be going to a competition, and I wasn't scared at all until I had to do Measuring Stick.  The man who had Measuring Stick was Trent, he was very nice to me this time, but I still shook and tried to make myself small.  He patted me and put Measuring Stick away and then the proper competition day started and it was full of excitement.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAKlk1Tz_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rzpg4LyfkP8/s1600-h/DSCF0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAKlk1Tz_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Rzpg4LyfkP8/s200/DSCF0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030532424431554546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to do things all day because in the first race when everyone is really excited there was an accident, when Pjevs was swinging on his motivator he swung right into Digger and Digger got a fright and jumped at him and then Pjevs got a fright and jumped back and I saw them do scary teeth at each other.  And then Pjevs got upset and wouldn't race any more.  And then Zeus ran to the other team's hurdles and did Overs there three times and the Judge man held up a black card and Zeus couldn't race any more.  So that left just Kaos and Chloe and Digger and me.  Chloe is a good Flyballer, she does fast Overs.  And Kaos is good now too, he's really fast, and he Brings the Ball and swings on his motivator and wants to go again.&lt;p&gt;But Digger and me are just beginners and we're only used to sitting in the back of the ring. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdANLE1T0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jjsz25PZIGQ/s1600-h/DSCF0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdANLE1T0AI/AAAAAAAAACA/Jjsz25PZIGQ/s200/DSCF0095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030535267699904514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it was Digger's turn he was very Brave even though he had been in the accident and he did all the Overs but he forgot to get the Ball and just came back to Larry.  When it was my turn, I did 2 Overs and then I stopped and looked around and saw everyone watching me, even the Judge man, so I quickly went back to my mum.&lt;p&gt;The whole day long when it was our turn to race my mum kept asking me to do a Full Run and I kept thinking about it, I really did.  But whenever I got past the 2nd Over I would have a quick look around and see different people looking at me and the other team racing and the Judge man and the ladies with their red flags and I would just think, I have to get back to my mum.&lt;p&gt;Until the very very last race, when I saw Alex calling to me from the Box, and I thought 'do Brave, Ebbi' and I went Over 1, Over 2, Over 3, Over 4, Around on the Box, and got the Ball.  But I dropped it! I had to chase it, and catch it, and I wanted to get back to my mum so I just ran down the side past the first 2 Overs.  My mum was still calling me 'Over, Ebbi' so I went Over the last 2 and she was so happy she kissed me and gave me yummy chicken and I could hear everyone clapping.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAOtU1T0BI/AAAAAAAAACI/cMo5qB0nnGU/s1600-h/DSCF0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAOtU1T0BI/AAAAAAAAACI/cMo5qB0nnGU/s200/DSCF0178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030536955622051858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went in the little pool with my team Kaos and Chloe after that race, and I went with them to get our ribbons at the end. And then we went back to the special house for more playing with squeaky toys and cuddles with everyone.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAPWU1T0CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rj0OPVnJqA8/s1600-h/DSCF0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAPWU1T0CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rj0OPVnJqA8/s200/DSCF0056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030537659996688418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I had the best time until there was a scary thunderstorm and Molly and I had to go and hide in our house because the noise makes us shake.  At least my friend Molly was there and I knew my mum and everyone else was close by. And that we could play again in the morning, which we did for hours and hours before we had to drive home and tell Beazli everything he had missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-1025967502059787755?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1025967502059787755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=1025967502059787755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/1025967502059787755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/1025967502059787755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-flyball-competition.html' title='ANOTHER FLYBALL COMPETITION'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/RdAI3E1Tz9I/AAAAAAAAABg/MOJXHnK7z9I/s72-c/DSCF0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-2869505407583589206</id><published>2007-01-29T09:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T10:18:22.291+10:30</updated><title type='text'>PSYCHO AUSSIES</title><content type='html'>On Friday it was AustraliaDay Flyball in Parramatta.  It was a competition and we had our big tent and our little pool and our trailer full of everything and for the first time Beazli came as well.&lt;p&gt;It was hot and exciting and busy all day.  I was in my Team Sydney Psychos but there were two more Teams, We're Pyschos Too and Psychodelics. My mum was in that Team as well, doing Boxloading.  That Team was funny, all the mums wore different shirts and funny hair.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0zOIFzRjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q0XzKuy4Mec/s1600-h/girls3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0zOIFzRjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q0XzKuy4Mec/s200/girls3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025229076998342194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0zXYFzRkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UGbMMIWbOyQ/s1600-h/psychoalex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0zXYFzRkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/UGbMMIWbOyQ/s200/psychoalex.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025229235912132162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our first race, my mum surprised me by taking me to the start after Kaos had his turn and asking me to go Over.  I went Over 2 hurdles and then I got scared and went back Over 2 to my mum and everyone who was watching laughed.  Mum asked me to try again but this time I just did Over 1 and straight back to her and then she took me to the back of the ring and told me I was Good, she wasn't mad that I was scared having my first turn in a proper race.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0uBoFzRhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fvV_AP-tiC4/s1600-h/ilona1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0uBoFzRhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fvV_AP-tiC4/s320/ilona1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025223364691838482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the rest of the day when it was time to go with our Team I just stayed at the back kissing Connor and one time I kissed Alex and another time I kissed the lady with the flag, I'm not scared of those flag ladies any more.&lt;p&gt;Beazli didn't go in any races but he did get lots of turns getting wet near the little pool because it was so hot, and my mum gave him nice chicken even though he didn't do anything except talk a lot.&lt;p&gt;My mum told me everyone worked very hard in this Competition: Jenny raced Connor who belongs to Alex as well as racing with Missy; Sandi raced Rosie because Ian was racing Kaos; Lisa raced Chloe as well as Pjevs; I had to get minded by Rob and Jaimie outside the ring because my mum was inside the ring Boxloading for Psychodelics; Andrew didn't race anyone but he put Boxes in and out all day; Nissa took Mystique in the back of the ring for the first time; little Connor had a turn in a race for the first time too.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0wnIFzRiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ex4Jty0xjh4/s1600-h/psdelicshagger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0wnIFzRiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ex4Jty0xjh4/s320/psdelicshagger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025226207960188450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone had to try to do everything because Sydney Psychos had 3 Teams and there were more dog kids than mums and dads.  There are lots of photos of the whole day at &lt;a href="http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/Australia%20Day2%202007.htm"&gt;SydneyPsychos&lt;/a&gt; website. Me and Beazli were so tired when we got home we only had a little tiny swim to cool down and then we had dinner and then we just had the biggest sleep.&lt;p&gt;But we were ready for training Flyball yesterday and I was a Very Good Girl for almost the whole day, I was concentrating and did 8 Overs and did a Full Run 9 times doing Bring the Ball and I only had to go on my back twice when I ran away.&lt;p&gt;Some of the times when I did a Full Run I did them with Alex Boxloading and some of the times I did them with Linda Boxloading and those times it was like on Australia Day, I went after Kaos doing proper Team Ready Watch the Lights and I did Bring the Ball and my mum and my Team were very very happy with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-2869505407583589206?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2869505407583589206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=2869505407583589206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/2869505407583589206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/2869505407583589206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/01/aussie-aussie-aussie.html' title='PSYCHO AUSSIES'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb0zOIFzRjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q0XzKuy4Mec/s72-c/girls3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-50154259833373163</id><published>2007-01-25T15:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:00:19.913+10:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beazli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canine heart disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canine cardiomyopathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebbi'/><title type='text'>MY BEAZLI'S BIG HEART</title><content type='html'>Today was like the other day,  we went to the Livingstone Road Vet again and left my Beazli there for a while.  When we picked him up he wasn't as wobbly as the other day but he was sad and he howled again and told me that a man made him lie down while he did something to him with a machine.&lt;p&gt;My mum is very sad now.  She told me that my Beazli has a very big heart, that sounds good but it isn't really, it's big because it isn't working properly and he has to take lots of medicine and can't have an 'Operation' to fix his sore back.&lt;p&gt;I heard Dr Janet say that Beazli shouldn't go swimming any more or go for walks or go up and down the stairs!  We live in a house with gazillions of stairs and you can't even get in without going up or down some stairs!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb13zIFzRlI/AAAAAAAAABI/HX5t9QADyBY/s1600-h/DCP_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb13zIFzRlI/AAAAAAAAABI/HX5t9QADyBY/s200/DCP_3086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025304479444190802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home my mum cuddled me and Beazli and said to him, 'I want you to be very happy every day that you are with me, and swimming makes you happy and going for walks with Alex and Molly and Connor makes you happy and going to watch Flyball makes you happy.  And no matter what we do we can't fix your heart, you would need a heart transplant to have your heart fixed.  So my darling Beazli, although it would make me happy if you stayed with me longer, what we are going to do is make you happy instead.  You are going to do all the things that you want to, even if they are bad for your heart.  You are going to be a happy dog for a little while, instead of a sad dog for a little bit longer.  What do you think about that?'&lt;p&gt;And Beazli wagged his tail because he loves being called 'Darling' and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb14K4FzRmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HPe1AyO00W0/s1600-h/4215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb14K4FzRmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HPe1AyO00W0/s200/4215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025304887466083938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-50154259833373163?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/50154259833373163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=50154259833373163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/50154259833373163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/50154259833373163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-beazlis-big-heart.html' title='MY BEAZLI&apos;S BIG HEART'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mCYvltYOHkk/Rb13zIFzRlI/AAAAAAAAABI/HX5t9QADyBY/s72-c/DCP_3086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-4431093125316040678</id><published>2007-01-23T16:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:50:20.599+10:30</updated><title type='text'>MY POOR BEAZLI</title><content type='html'>We've had a strange day today.  In the morning we went to see Dr Janet at Livingstone Road Vet, and we were both happy to go there, especially when Alex came to say hallo.  But then Alex took Beazli away and my mum and me came home by ourselves.  My mum worked for a while (it's so boring when she sits at that computer and tap tap taps away and yack yack yacks on the phone) but she surprised me after lunch by giving me a big swim in our Pool.&lt;p&gt;My mum makes me do lots of special things now before she throws the squeaky toy in the pool.  Today we did Through the Hoop, then we did Over the Boogee Board, then we did Team Ready on the little edge of the pool.  She taught me a new thing too, she made me Run Up the Stairs, Across the Grass, Down the other Stairs and Jump in the Pool from the other side.&lt;p&gt;The first time she asked me to do that I got very confused and dug my heels in and wouldn't go.  But she just made me do it by walking along with me and then I understood and then I found out it was fun and I kept doing it properly every time she asked.&lt;p&gt;At the end she threw my soccer ball in the pool and I pushed, pushed, pushed that soccer until I could hardly swim any more.  Then we went back to the Livingstone Road Vet, and this time I was scared because I thought maybe my mum was going to leave me there.  I wouldn't take any liver treats from Dr Janet, not until she bought my Beazli back.&lt;p&gt;When he came back he was looking sad and very wobbly and kind of singing a croaking song, he told me he just wanted to go home from this place, he didn't get any treats at all they made him have a sleep even though he didn't want one.&lt;p&gt;My mum talked to Dr Janet for a long time and looked at funny pictures on a special light on the wall.  Dr Janet said Beazli has 2 prolapsed discs and shocking arthritis in his hips and a heart murmur.  I don't know what any of those things are but my mum is sad and Beazli is still wobbly and tired and I haven't been game to tell him that I heard Dr Janet say he has to come back on Thursday for an ultrasound of his heart.  My poor Beazli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-4431093125316040678?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4431093125316040678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=4431093125316040678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/4431093125316040678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/4431093125316040678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-poor-beazli.html' title='MY POOR BEAZLI'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116942410862870734</id><published>2007-01-22T10:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:45:31.580+10:30</updated><title type='text'>42 DEGREES AND HOT HOT HOT</title><content type='html'>I think yesterday was the hottest Flyball day ever in Sydney.  It was so hot that even my Flyball friends who are never Delinquent were running away from their mums and dads to jump in our little pool.  It was so hot that we all went into the little pool so many times that it almost turned into mud.  It was so hot that Beazli pulled his special stake out of the ground and jumped into the pool, even with his sore back and his stake attached. &lt;p&gt;My mum kept hosing herself all over, she said it was the only way to cope with the hot sun and the hot wind.  Everyone kept stopping Flyball training to have a drink and a meeting.  They usually only have one meeting but yesterday they had about 4, standing in the shade and talking.&lt;p&gt;When it was my turn I tried to run away to the pool but you guessed it, Ian put me on my back and stared at me so I just did all my 8 Overs a couple of times and then my mum let me in the pool and I was very very glad she did.&lt;p&gt;When it was time to do Over, Around and Over my mum put me on my back as soon as I was a Delinquent, so I made sure I was a Good Girl cause I really wanted to go in that pool, even though it was starting to turn into mud.&lt;p&gt;Later Alex put me on my back once when I chased CoCo instead of the ball, but mostly I did what I was told because it was just so hot and I hate going on my back.&lt;p&gt;My mum told me she loves me and she thought I was quite a Good Girl because I am black and that means I get very hot. We didn’t go straight home from Flyball, Alex took us to see Dr Janet at Livingstone Road Vet because Beazli’s sore back and sore leg have been much worse.  He keeps falling over, sort of losing his balance on one leg.  I was happy to see Dr Janet and Jack, I know them know because they came to the scary Christmas Party where I had to be very Brave when there lots of strangers in my house.  I told you about it before, that was the night I sat on Ian’s lap, before he started putting me on my back at Flyball.&lt;p&gt;Beazli was happy to see Dr Janet too, and he has to visit her again on Tuesday to have an X-Ray, whatever that is.  He thinks it will be something delicious to eat, because they give you yummy liver treats at &lt;a href="http://www.animalshealthcentre.com.au/home/index.cfm?type=1"&gt;Livingstone Road Vet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s pretty hot again today and I’m hoping I can push my soccer ball around my own big pool soon.  I hope it’s not this hot on Friday at the ParramattaAustraliaDayCompetition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116942410862870734?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116942410862870734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116942410862870734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116942410862870734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116942410862870734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/01/42-degrees-and-hot-hot-hot.html' title='42 DEGREES AND HOT HOT HOT'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116881566214920894</id><published>2007-01-15T09:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-01-15T09:31:02.170+10:30</updated><title type='text'>TWO AWFUL DAYS</title><content type='html'>Oh boy, I don’t know what’s happening with Flyball any more.  Last week my mum wouldn’t even let me do my blog because she said she was so unhappy with the way I behaved.&lt;p&gt; And yesterday she was so unhappy she almost packed us all up (me and Beazli) and took us home before playtime.  Just because I thought chasing the soccer and going in the little pool and kissing Pjevs and barking at Jack were more fun than doing Overs!  And they are!  Just doing Over, Over, Over, when she calls me isn’t nearly as much fun as all those other things at Flyball.&lt;p&gt;When my mum put us both in the car I saw her talking to Ian and Sandi and Alex.  They all had their heads together and they were talking, talking, talking. The next thing I knew my mum and Alex took me back to the Box and asked me to do Around.  I went Around all right but then I ran real fast to Pjevs for another kiss.  My mum said ‘No’ in that loud voice and then ‘Ebbi Come’ so in a little while I danced back to her and instead of saying Good Girl Ebbi she gave me to Ian without saying a word and he put me on my back!  He leaned right over me and looked in my eyes and no matter how much I squirmed he kept me down there on my back with my heart beating as fast as anything and I couldn’t move at all so I had to turn my eyes away from him.  Then he gave me back to my mum.&lt;p&gt;I was shaking when she asked me if I was Ready to go Around and I heard Alex call me ‘Come on Ebb!’ so I went Around and had a quick look for Ian and I saw him so I went back to my mum.&lt;p&gt;Then my mum and Alex asked me go Over and Around and I saw Ian so I did it right, straight back to my mum.  Then Over 2 and Around and Back Over 2 and I saw Ian so I did it right, straight back to my mum again.&lt;p&gt; But when they asked me to do Over 3 and Around and Back Over 3, I couldn’t see Ian so I started to run to the pool.  My mum said ‘No’ and ‘Come Ebbi’ and I had to go to her and she gave me to Ian again!&lt;p&gt;I wriggled as much as I could but he still put me on my back and said ‘No’ in a scary low voice, staring right in my eyes till I looked away.  I could hardly get up I was so scared of him.   He took me back to my mum and she asked to do Over 3 and Around and Back Over 3 and I did it right and she gave me lots of yummy ham and Alex came and gave me yummy chicken and so when they asked me to do Over 4 and Around and Back Over 4 I did it right for more ham and chicken and cuddles instead of being put on my back by Ian.&lt;p&gt;My mum talked to me all the way to Nonna’s after Flyball, saying that I have to learn to be a Good Girl all the time at Flyball, like I am at home and in the park.  I always do what my mum asks me to at our pool at home and I always come back to her when we go out for walks, I do what she asks and I don’t have to go on my back.  My mum said if I don’t learn to be a Good Girl all the time at Flyball I might never be in a proper competition, like Abbi is now and Zeus.  They both started learning after me and they are both younger than me and even Raskal can do Overs now. My mum talked so much I went to sleep in the car and dreamed of lots of soccer balls and pool and running with my friends after the jingle bells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116881566214920894?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116881566214920894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116881566214920894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116881566214920894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116881566214920894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-awful-days.html' title='TWO AWFUL DAYS'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116639342292063749</id><published>2006-12-18T08:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:40:22.963+10:30</updated><title type='text'>DADDY'S GOOD GIRL</title><content type='html'>Yeah! we finally went to Flyball yesterday!  Everyone was there except Missy and Rascal, even though they are better, Jenni went to Melbourne to see her mum. I was so happy I just wanted to spin and bark and play and get in the pool.  But of course my mum wanted me to do Overs and everything so I did do 8 Overs once and then I ran away to say hallo to everyone.&lt;p&gt;My mum put me in my house then.&lt;p&gt;When it was my turn again my mum said 'let's go with our team' even though it wasn't a competition and there was no orange flapping fence.  But there was something scary going on where the trains go past. I'm used to the trains but this was different, scary machine noises and loud banging.  When it was my turn I didn't concentrate on the Overs I kept looking for that banging machine. I heard Ian say to my mum that he thinks she should turn me over on my back when I don't listen.  And later I heard my mum telling Sandi that she doesn't think she can do that, that she doesn't want to scare me or make me scared of her. I heard her say she will have to talk to me and work out how to get my attention better.&lt;p&gt;Later my dad came to Flyball, with Beazli who had been at Nonnas playing with the chickens and being chased by a pussycat.  He goes to Nonna's now because Dr Janet said his back is too sore to do Flyball, even pretend Flyball.&lt;p&gt;When it was my turn my dad came and called me to do my Overs and I did them perfectly.  Then my mum and dad both stayed with me while Alex showed me she was putting the tennis ball in the box and then my mum said Ready Ready Ready and I went Over, Around-on-the-Box-Catch-the-Ball, and back Over all 4 hurdles with the ball in my mouth and I thought my mum was going to cry because she was so happy.  I did it 4 times perfectly with everyone watching and even Ian said 'I saw that'. Everyone started teasing my mum because I was a Delinquent for her and then turned into Daddy's Good Girl when he arrived.&lt;p&gt;Ian came over to watch the next time and I had to keep my eye on him in case he started telling my mum to put me on my back.  While I was watching him I saw some little little kids playing with a soccer ball so the next time mum asked to go Over to Alex I went Over one hurdle and then chased the little little kids. You never know, they might have been like the twins at Nonnas who chase me and grab me and squeal, so I thought I would chase first.&lt;p&gt;Of course my mum put me in my house then, but not for long because it was pack-up time, and then we had the best best playtime with everyone chasing jingle bells and kongs and frisbees and even the new fluffy black dog Jack and his other dog Pixie joining in.&lt;p&gt;On the way home Beazli got in my house in the back of the Berlingo.  I don't know why he does that because he is too big for my house, his head sticks out he is so big, but he likes to do it and I was too tired and happy to care.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/1600/178631/Beaz.005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/320/700984/Beaz.005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116639342292063749?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116639342292063749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116639342292063749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116639342292063749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116639342292063749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/12/daddys-good-girl.html' title='DADDY&apos;S GOOD GIRL'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116589925019441077</id><published>2006-12-11T07:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-12-18T08:09:17.236+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A LONG TIME BETWEEN OVERS</title><content type='html'>We haven't been to Flyball in ages and ages.  My flyball friends Missy and Rascal got sick after the PetExpo and my mum says that kennelcough is Infectious.  That means that if we went to Flyball with them we might get sick too, so all the Psychos were in Quarantine from each other.&lt;p&gt;So we have had some other adventures instead, including going to Albury with my mum and the sister Marianne who came to visit.  On the way to Albury in the Berlingo we had a lot of stops, some of them for coffee and once when the road got blocked by a huge truck that fell over and all its cans covered the whole road.  My mum and the sister Marianne went to help the truck driver and move the cans because my mum said all the men in the cars that stopped were just useless and stood around with their arms folded.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/1600/316968/Truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/320/305685/Truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beazli and I had lots of fun in Albury, visiting those fluffy cousins every day and going for long walks and going inside Noni's cool house because it was very very hot.  One day the sky went all white and smelled awful and my mum said 'don't worry the bushfires are a long way away even though the smoke is here in Albury'.  I'm glad they were a long way away because it must be really scary if that smell is close to you.&lt;p&gt;One the way back home from Albury I could show Beazli all the fun places to stop for my mum's coffee because it was the same as when we went to Boorowa.  My favourite place is the Dog-On-The-Tuckerbox-At-Gundagai because you can run in the bushes without your lead on.&lt;p&gt;The next day Alex came but she didn't bring Molly and Connor she brought millions of people I didn't know.  My mum said it would be fun because it was a Party but I didn't think it was fun to have so many strange people in my house.  The only ones I knew were Dr Janet and Alex and the only fun part was some of the strange people had a swim with me in my pool, the rest was them laughing and making a lot of noise and eating and drinking and trying to pat me.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/1600/201476/DSCF1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/320/321254/DSCF1020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really happy when Ian and Sandy finally came too and even though they talked to the people I didn't know I felt better, especially when I got to sit on Sandy's lap.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/1600/706850/DSCF1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6981/3293/320/486832/DSCF1032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116589925019441077?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116589925019441077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116589925019441077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116589925019441077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116589925019441077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-between-overs.html' title='A LONG TIME BETWEEN OVERS'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116405570256214961</id><published>2006-11-21T07:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:06:28.166+10:30</updated><title type='text'>KAMIKAZE KELPIE</title><content type='html'>I couldn’t do my Flyball blog on Sunday after training because we went to my Nonna’s house to get Beazli and I had to chase the chickens and then the naughty little white pussycat chased me and scratched my nose and swiped my tail.&lt;p&gt; And I couldn’t do my blog yesterday because Alex came to our house with Molly and Connor and then we all went for a walk at a new place called GlebePoint and lots of things happened and I got very tired.&lt;p&gt;One of things that happened was when Molly and I ran up to scare away a big dog we didn’t know and that big dog turned around and barked at me with his big teeth.  The only thing I could do was jump off a huge cliff into the water we had been swimming in.  It took a long time to get to the water because it was so far down, and then I had to swim back and climb up the cliff over sharp rocks and when I got to the top it seemed like I was just hanging on by my fingerclaws and I might fall down again but I didn’t.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/brview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/brview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum and Alex and the two ladies with the big dog were laughing (but my mum was shaking) and one lady said ‘what is that dog, a Kelpie cross MountainGoat, I’ve never seen anything like it’.&lt;p&gt;My mum put me on my lead after that but we did find another place for really good swimming in SydneyHarbour only there was no need to jump off any cliff we just went down some stairs.&lt;p&gt;Flyball was really good on Sunday because of two things: Beazli didn’t come and we had the pool because it was very very hot.  I love the pool, the first time I ever had fun at Flyball was the first day we had the pool and I played with Abbey wrestling in the water.&lt;p&gt;Beazli didn’t come because Dr Janet at &lt;a href="http://www.animalshealthcentre.com.au"&gt;LivingstoneRoadVet&lt;/a&gt; told my mum he has a very sore back, that’s why he can’t do Overs very well and why he yelps sometimes when he goes Around.  Dr Janet told my mum ‘his Flyball career is over’.&lt;p&gt; I’m happy if he doesn’t do Flyball because I like to have my mum’s attention all the time.  And on Sunday she paid me lots of attention, so I did good Overs and I was nice to all the dogs and I did Away from mum, Over 4, Around-on-the-Box-Catch-the-Ball, and back Over to mum and made her happy.&lt;a href=http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/ebbifullrun.WMV&gt;There's a video of me doing it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once she had had enough happiness I thought it was time to do some good chasing – the boys playing soccer, little Mocha, the new dog Billy. But for the first time ever my mum told me ‘No’ in a loud voice when I did that chasing.  She turned her back on me after she said ‘No’ and I had to run to her to make sure she still loves me and she does, she told me ‘Good Come’, but she still said ‘No’ the next time I ran away.&lt;p&gt;I’ll have to think about that a bit. My mum says I should talk to Abbey, and Kaos, and Zeus, who can all do proper racing now without running away and chasing all the interesting things that happen in the training park. Sometimes I want to do that, I want to do ‘Team Ready, Watch the Lights’, and sometimes I just want to chase.  My mum and Lisa and Alex shook their heads a lot on Sunday, talking about my ‘shortattentionspan’ whatever that is. They say they can’t work me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116405570256214961?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116405570256214961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116405570256214961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116405570256214961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116405570256214961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/11/kamikaze-kelpie.html' title='KAMIKAZE KELPIE'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116336231296753278</id><published>2006-11-13T06:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:13:44.633+10:30</updated><title type='text'>PET EXPO 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSCF0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/DSCF0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh boy, a PetExpo is exhausting.  We went there for 2 days, from early in the morning til it was dinnertime.  On Saturday there were lots of Psychos: Rosie &amp; Kaos, Molly &amp; Connor, Missy &amp; Rascal, Chloe &amp; Mocha, Pjevs, Abbey &amp; Co Co (&amp; me), and we were all wearing our Suppawters jumpers in different colours.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/100_1388.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/100_1388.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flyball was in a big building, and to get there you had to be Brave and walk through crowds and crowds of people looking at dogs sitting on tables.  We never sit on tables and I never saw those table-dogs doing Flyball.  I wonder what they do for fun?&lt;p&gt; Sometimes on the Brave walk there were so many people my mum and I had to stand still and wait for a gap.  And sometimes we had to stand still so people I didn’t know could take a photo of me or pat me.  At first it made me shake but by the end of 2 days so many strangers had patted me that I didn’t really care any more.&lt;p&gt;After the Brave walk, I was happy to go into the Flyball ring where there was a bit more room, and where I knew what would happen would be Team Ready, Watch the Lights, and then everyone so excited about having their turn.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/PIC_0093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There’s always a surprise at Flyball.  This time the surprise was that Abbey and Kaos raced in a Team, and they didn’t have any Blonde Moments or do anything Delinquent, they just raced as fast as they could so their Team could win lots of races.&lt;p&gt;Co Co and I had some turns going Over 4 hurdles back to our mums.  On Saturday Alex took me to the Box and first I got a shock because there was a funny carpet under the Box instead of grass.  Alex told me it would be OK if I went Over to my Mum.  Ian looked like he was eating a big black thing that made his voice really really loud and I heard him say my name and my mum’s name when I was doing the Overs and I thought about stopping but then I thought I should just get back to my Mum and when I got there all the people who were watching clapped and cheered. My mum says you can watch a video of me doing my Overs on &lt;a href="http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/ebbipetexpo2.wmv"&gt;SydneyPsychos&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;p&gt;I had more turns doing Overs on Sunday, when there weren’t so many Psychos: just Missy and Chloe and Rosie and Kaos and me.  Because there weren’t many of us, it was a busy day with millions of Brave walks and photos and patting and heaps of children with those evil balloons.  They look like a big soccer ball hanging in the air.  They look like fun until they suddenly disappear and make the scariest thunder sound.&lt;p&gt;When I did the Sunday Overs it was Linda who took me to the Box and this time I knew about the funny carpet so I started right back at the beginning.  Ian was eating his black loud thing again and I heard him tell a long story about me and my mum.  He told about the awful people who hurt me before my mum found me and he told about my mum and Flyball helping me to be Brave.&lt;p&gt;I did my Overs carefully and I wasn’t a Delinquent and my Mum kissed me and all the people clapped and cheered again.  And Jenny and Linda and Susan and Ian all told me I was a Good Girl, a Darling Ebbi.  Ian gave me some cheese and I sat on his lap and kissed his ear.&lt;p&gt;The PetExpo was like all my Flyball Adventures: some scary things but so much fun that it gives you good dreams and makes you want to go again.  And we will! Next time we’re going to UnderSouthernStars, my first competition at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116336231296753278?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116336231296753278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116336231296753278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116336231296753278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116336231296753278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/11/pet-expo-2006.html' title='PET EXPO 2006'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116312214286532742</id><published>2006-11-10T11:58:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:07:16.063+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WAITING FOR THE EXPO</title><content type='html'>This morning, before we got up, my mum was watching TV having her coffee, when I heard a man say 'Flyball'.  I jumped up straight away and ran to my mum and grabbed her hand with my mouth, to tell her I'm ready for Flyball today.  She just laughed and laughed and told me that the man who said Flyball was a man on the TV, a weatherman at the PetExpo, telling everyone that Flyball is on.  We aren't going there until tomorrow.  Bummer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116312214286532742?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116312214286532742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116312214286532742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116312214286532742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116312214286532742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-expo.html' title='WAITING FOR THE EXPO'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116275846360947313</id><published>2006-11-06T06:56:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-21T07:19:04.350+10:30</updated><title type='text'>BRAVE? OR BRATTY?</title><content type='html'>Last night when we got home from Flyball, my mum sat me down and told me that Ian thought I was being a Delinquent because I am more ‘confident’ now.  She said confident is the same as ‘brave’.  She said it’s really, really good that I was brave about Measuring Stick and trying on my new Suppawters jumper, but that brave doesn’t mean I can just run away and play with my Flyball friends whenever I feel like it. &lt;p&gt; I had to remind my mum that I didn’t run away ALL the time yesterday.  I did do 7 Overs and 8 Overs a couple of times, as fast as I could, and I did do Over, Around-Catch-the-Ball and Over 2 hurdles when we practised with Alex. &lt;p&gt; OK, I did run away a bit, like the 2 times I ran up to Mystique and the time I ran after Zeus and 3 times I chased Zoe and the time I ran after little Rascal. One of the times I ran away I went looking for my mum's sister Jackie who came from the long away away in Perth to visit us in the week.  But she didn't come to Flyball like the Marianne sister did.  And when I couldn't find her Ian chased me back to my mum. &lt;p&gt;  But I was a Very Good Girl when the new lady gave me a pretty jumper to wear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSC_7377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/DSC_7377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a practise for my Suppawters jumper – I’m going to wear a Melbourne Storm &lt;a href="http://suppawters.com"&gt;Suppawters&lt;/a&gt; jumper at the PetExpo next weekend.&lt;p&gt;My mum says the PetExpo is a bit like a competition but there won’t be any ribbons or medals.  And we have to go for 2 days and I have to be reserve dog and watch my team from the back of the ring.  I can hardly wait.&lt;p&gt; (Beazli): I was measured for a New Zealand Warriors Suppawters jumper.  I like the idea of being a Warrior.  I think Warriors eat well.  I certainly ate well yesterday.  Very thinly sliced double smoked ham, and shaved chicken breast, a delightful combination.  Delicious, I must say.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSC_7456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/DSC_7456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Beazli: At last! a photo of me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116275846360947313?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116275846360947313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116275846360947313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116275846360947313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116275846360947313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/11/brave-or-bratty.html' title='BRAVE? OR BRATTY?'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116215265501707792</id><published>2006-10-30T06:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T06:23:45.453+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A VERY NAUGHTY DAY</title><content type='html'>My mum has 3 sisters and I know them all but I know Debbie the best.  I went to her house and played with the Cousins after the BoorowaIrishFlyballFling.  The sister called Jackie has been to my house once (my mum said she lives a long way away in Perth) and the sister called Marianne came to my house from the long way away called Brisbane when my mum was in hospital after she broke her wrist that awful day at Flyball.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSCF0019.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/DSCF0019.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; (the lady with the blonde hair is the sister Marianne.  She's standing next to my mum in the sunglasses.)&lt;br /&gt;I was frightened of Marianne when my mum was in the hospital but I felt happy to see her when she came this time.  She likes to play throw the squeaky toy and throw the jingle bells a real lot, so we had lots of fun on Friday night and on Saturday night and on Sunday morning.  &lt;P&gt;Marianne taught me a new thing to do, when she makes a shape with her hand she wants me to bark loud!  Usually my mum doesn’t want me to bark loud, she tells me ‘Quiet’ if I bark at the man next door.&lt;P&gt;I was excited when we all went to Flyball yesterday, me and my mum and the sister Marianne and Beazli.  But when we got there I didn’t want to do Flyball, I just wanted to play with my friends and with Marianne.&lt;P&gt;Mum asked me to do 8 Overs but I only did 1 and then ran down the side.  She asked again and I only did 1 and then ran down the side.  She asked me to do 6 Overs and I only did 1 before I saw Abbey and went to play with her.&lt;P&gt;That time my mum took me quietly and didn’t even put me in my house she put me in the Berlingo all by myself.  I looked out the window and I saw my mum take Beazli to do some Overs.  He’ll do anything for food.  He did all the Overs my mum asked him to.&lt;P&gt;(Beazli: Moist balls of lightly steamed beef and vegetables coated in coconut were on the menu today.  Very tender, delicious aroma, melt in the mouth, a wonderful treat.  As soon as I realised what mum had in her bumbag I was more than willing to do 2 Overs, 3 Overs, 4 Overs.  I put on a bit of speed, too, for a dog of my years, I can tell you.)&lt;P&gt;When my mum got me out of the Berlingo and back to do Overs it was with Alex, instead of Ian, on the box.  We started at 5 and I did them, then we tried 6 and I did them, but when my mum asked for 7 I saw Marianne and went to play with her instead, I thought she might want to play that barking game.&lt;P&gt;I couldn’t believe it, my mum put me in the Berlingo again, and did more Overs with Beazli, instead of me.&lt;P&gt;That’s what happened all day.  I spent a lot of the day in the Berlingo.  It wasn’t much fun.  The only fun I had was running away when my mum and Lisa asked me to go Around for the ball on the Box.  I had a look at the Box but I didn’t feel like getting the ball, I felt like chasing the boys I could see on the other side of the park.  I chased the boys, I ran to Marianne, I chased the new dog Billy, I barked at Alex, I put myself in my house, and still my mum put me in the Berlingo!&lt;P&gt;She didn’t call me a Perfect Clever Girl once yesterday at Flyball.  She told me I had a Very Naughty Day.&lt;P&gt;(Beazli:I don't know what she's complaining about.  It was a wonderful day, I had so many delicious coconut coated beef balls, I can strongly recommend them, they really were worth the effort of a few Overs and a few turns Around the pole.  But the best part of the day was enjoying Pjev's &amp; Rosie's birthday cake, without having to do any activities at all.  It was a sublime carrot cake, not too sweet, and I was fortunate that I was able to eat Ebbi's portion as well as my own.  She always turns her nose up at cake, silly thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSCF0026.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/DSCF0026.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116215265501707792?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116215265501707792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116215265501707792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116215265501707792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116215265501707792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/10/very-naughty-day.html' title='A VERY NAUGHTY DAY'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116177168771886624</id><published>2006-10-25T19:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:52:50.206+09:30</updated><title type='text'>PRACTISE WITH MOLLY &amp; CONNOR</title><content type='html'>Another practise day with Alex and Molly and Connor, but today we went to a new park because there were kids playing cricket in white-fence-park.&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time to set everything up.  First it rained a little bit, then there was some thunder.  Molly was so scared she jumped into our Berlingo with Beazli and me!  Connor didn’t care, he just sat outside looking around while my mum and Alex drank coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;Boy they drink a lot of coffee.  I tried to taste it once but my mum stopped me real fast, and she said ‘the last thing a hyperactive little girl like you needs is coffee’.  I wonder if hyperactive means anything like a Clever Perfect Girl?&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited by the time the rain and the thunder and the coffee and the carrying everything down the hill was over and we were ready to start.  I had the first go, and my mum wanted me to do the Full Run (you know, Away from mum, Over 4 hurdles, Around-on-the-box-catch-the-ball and bring the ball back Over all 4 hurdles to mum).  I went Over real fast but after I caught the ball and turned Around I saw Molly barking at me from a long way away and I had to run to her with the ball in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I had to run to Connor and bark at Beazli along the way.  After that I just ran to my house.  So my mum and Alex gave Molly a turn, and then Connor a turn, and then I couldn’t believe it, they gave Beazli a turn too!  Just like on Sunday, at proper Flyball!  Is he going to keep learning Flyball all the time?  I don’t really like my mum giving Beazli so much attention.&lt;br /&gt;(Beazli: mmmmm today’s Overs were delicious – they involved Sliced Ham, which is one of my favourites.  I love that slightly salty flavour, quite different from the Roast Beef we were tasting on Sunday.  I was very willing to go Over for Sliced Ham, especially the first couple of times, before my hips started to get tired).&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn again, we started at Over, Around-on-the-box-catch-the-ball and bring the ball back Over 1, then 2, then 3 and then I did a Full Run – that’s the Perfect Clever Girl thing I can do.  Then I did another Full Run, and then next time I got the ball I thought I heard a mouse in the bushes near us and I quickly went to check but there was no mouse so I went back to the Box and then Over all 4 hurdles back to my mum.  &lt;br /&gt;Then Molly and Connor (and Beazli again!) had another turn, and then I did some more Full Runs and most of them were Perfect Clever Girl runs.  I only had a couple of blonde moments, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home my mum told me I have to be a Perfect Clever Girl at training on Sunday to show Ian I can do Full Runs.  We’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116177168771886624?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://psychomissy.blogspot.com/' title='PRACTISE WITH MOLLY &amp; CONNOR'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116177168771886624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116177168771886624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116177168771886624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116177168771886624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/10/practise-with-molly-connor.html' title='PRACTISE WITH MOLLY &amp; CONNOR'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116155919834613778</id><published>2006-10-23T08:45:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:15:46.008+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A FULL RUN IN FRONT OF WITNESSES</title><content type='html'>It seems like all night long my mum kept asking me why I’m a ‘Delinquent’ half the time and a ‘Perfect Clever Girl’ the other half. I don’t know what a ‘Delinquent’ is, but I do know that my mum thought I was a Perfect Clever Girl yesterday at Flyball when I did ‘Away from mum, Over 4 hurdles, Around on the Box-Get-the-Ball, and back Over 4 hurdles to my mum with the ball in my mouth.&lt;p&gt;I did it about 8 times, and everyone was amazed.  Except Alex because she knows I can do it, she’s seen me at white-fence-park.&lt;p&gt;But Lisa kept telling my mum she couldn’t believe Ebbi, and Linda said I was a Darling Clever Girl and Larry and Gail said I was a Good Little Girl, like Digger is a Good Boy because he was doing Away, Over, Get-theBall, and back Over for his dad Larry too.&lt;p&gt;I even did Away, Over, Get-theBall, and back Over once after Connor, with my mum telling me ‘Team Ready’ before my turn, just like Ian does for my team when we are in a competition.  But this was different because I got to go get that tennis ball and bring it back to my mum, instead of waiting in the back watching everyone else do it.&lt;p&gt;And my mum told me I was a Perfect Clever Girl that time with Connor.  But there was another time with Connor when I saw some boys I don’t know on their bikes and I had to run and bark at them instead of bringing the ball back.  And I couldn’t do 8 Overs at the start of Flyball because I had to chase Zeus.  And then another time I couldn’t do any Overs because I had to chase a new little fluffy dog who came with Coco.  Oh and there was another time when I wanted to play with Abbey because she’s my friend, she’s a kelpie too but maybe you know that.&lt;p&gt;And a couple of times I just didn’t want to do it because my mum was paying too much attention to Beazli.  She got him to do Overs and fed him lots of Roast Beef.  When he comes to Flyball he’s just supposed to sit near my house and howl a lot.  But for some reason my mum kept getting him to have a turn every time I went back to my house.&lt;p&gt;(Beazli: ‘I don’t know why she’s so jealous.  All I wanted to do was participate a little.  And I do enjoy my Roast Beef, well actually I enjoy most food, well actually it’s hard to think of any food I don’t like.  I’m not really that keen on the whole get-the-ball idea, and going Over those hurdles is a bit tricky with my 10 year old hips, but if that’s what it takes to get some Roast Beef, well I thought I would give it a go.  And it seemed to make mum happy, so we both enjoyed it.’)&lt;p&gt;It was a good day at Flyball, even though not everyone was there.  One time I was doing Cross Overs with Pjevs and I saw him coming towards me and I thought how much I like him and I had to stop in the middle and give him a kiss before jumping Over.  (He stopped and kissed me back).&lt;p&gt;But another time my mum asked me to do Cross Overs with Zeus and I had to watch his man, I think maybe it’s his dad, I’m a bit scared of him, I had to watch him carefully the whole time.  My mum stayed close to me and kept asking me to do Overs and one time that Zeus-dad-man gave me some cheese.&lt;p&gt;I was glad when those Cross Overs finished.  And I was even more glad when Measuring Stick finished, just before playtime.  I’m getting a bit used to Measuring Stick but it still makes me shake when Lisa gets it out.  My mum asks me to Stand and that’s when I start to shake.  Lisa talks in a quiet voice and says ‘Good Stand’ and then she touches me gently with Measuring Stick.  It looks so awful, like it could hurt you.  I shake and shake but I try to concentrate on playtime, which is coming next.  Playtime means jingle bells and Connor’s squeaky toy and everyone running as fast as they can and it’s just the best fun, having playtime with my Flyball friends.&lt;p&gt;(Beazli: ‘I enjoy the end of the day as well. I can show how I used to be able to spin quite expertly, and if I approach everyone politely they usually have something delicious to eat in their bumbags.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116155919834613778?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116155919834613778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116155919834613778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116155919834613778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116155919834613778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/10/full-run-in-front-of-witnesses.html' title='A FULL RUN IN FRONT OF WITNESSES'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116121152184724940</id><published>2006-10-19T08:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:41:22.273+09:30</updated><title type='text'>PROGRESS?</title><content type='html'>Molly and Connor and Beazli and I went to white fence park for flyball practice yesterday.  It was very hot and very windy and there was a great big truck in the park mowing the lawn.  When it was my first turn I couldn't concentrate because of the wind and the man from the truck watching me, so I didn't do proper Overs, I just kept running back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;But after watching mum do fun flyball things with Connor instead of me, and then asking Beazli to do Overs and Arounds instead of me, I thought it would be better to go Over 4 hurdles back to mum.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex got the tennis ball and put it in the box, and I went Around and popped that ball right out of the box and caught it in my mouth and went back to mum.&lt;br /&gt;She had Connor's squeaky beer bottle and she let me squeak it and tug it, that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;So next time I went Over and Around and popped the ball and went back Over and grabbed that beer bottle right out of my mum's hand.  &lt;br /&gt;And then I went Over 2 hurdles and Around, and then 3 hurdles and Around, and then 4 hurdles and Around, and each time I brought the tennis ball back to my mum she let me squeak Connor's beer bottle and hugged me and kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;I only stopped because I was thirsty because it was still so hot.&lt;br /&gt;We played good soccer at the end.  Later in the day Beazli and I had a long swim in the pool at home.  Flyball is a bit hard when it's so hot even though it's still fun, but swimming is great, you get cool and tired and then you can have a lovely bone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116121152184724940?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116121152184724940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116121152184724940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116121152184724940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116121152184724940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/10/progress.html' title='PROGRESS?'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-116096847972621999</id><published>2006-10-16T12:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:42:57.946+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MY 2ND COMPETITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSCF0113.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/DSCF0113.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a normal flyball day, after lots of great Flyball adventures.  Yesterday I showed everyone I can do 8 Overs with single hops in between, that I can catch the ball when the box pops it out, that I can do really good Cross Overs with my friend Connor and that I am trying to be brave when we practise Measuring Stick.  But I didn’t want to do Over, Around-Catch-the-Ball and Over because there was a big noisy truck spraying the soccer ground close by and I had to watch that truck very carefully to make sure it didn’t come even closer and hurt anyone (especially me).&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to be at normal training after going to the BoorowaIrishFlyballFling and then to Albury to see Noni.  When we first set off for the BoorowaIrishFlyballFling I thought the adventure was to drive for a while, stop and find Flyball friends.  We did that 3 times – first we stopped and found Alex with Molly and Connor, and Jenny with Missy.  Then next time after driving we stopped and found Linda and Lisa with Pjevs, Susan with Mocha and Chloe, and Sian with Doc.  Then we drove and stopped again and found everyone else – Ian and Sandy with Kaos and Rosie, Debbie and John with Maverick, little Connor and Jessie and Larry and Gail with Digger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/peekaboo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all together in a kind of park with other people and other dogs and caravans and tents.  My mum took me for a long walk with Alex and Molly and Connor and when it got dark all the mums and dads sat in a circle and us kids wrestled in the middle.  Pjevs and Chloe do nice wrestling but Doc kept wanting to do something awful to my bottom and I didn’t like it.  I had to snap at him to make him stop and Sian told me I was a Good Girl, I was allowed to tell Doc I didn’t like that wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;While we were playing everyone kept talking about a new dog ‘Fabio the most beautiful dog in the Cosmos’.  They all laughed and laughed about Fabio and I though he must be a fun dog, I looked around for him everywhere but he was nowhere to be seen.  I don’t know why they kept talking about Fabio every time Mocha squeaked his little squeaky bark.  &lt;br /&gt;I was sad when my mum put me in my house in the car and drove away.  I thought we were going home but instead we went to another place, called a ‘motel’.  It was big room with a bed and a table and chairs and a television and a bathroom.  At first I was scared but when my mum brought my house into the room I knew we were staying there for a while so I ate my dinner and pretty soon, even though I didn’t want to, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Very early in the morning we went back to the camping place and then to another place and as soon as we got there I knew this was the proper BoorowaIrishFlyballFling.  Our big Sydney Psychos tent was there and our new pool for playing in when we get hot, and there were other teams in their coloured t-shirts and I could see the orange flapping fence that means we have to do ‘Team Ready, Watch The Lights’ inside it.&lt;br /&gt;When my mum said ‘come along Ebbi, let’s go with our team’, I knew we had to walk a long way past a lot of other people and dogs I didn’t know and go inside that orange flapping fence.  I was ready to walk down the back and sit and watch my team do ‘Team Ready’ but I saw my mum talking to Ian and she always has some surprises after talking to him.  My mum gave me to Lisa and then she went to the end of the hurdles and called me and I ran to her but she took me straight back without saying Good Girl and I realised I had to do Overs like at training.  So I did my Overs real fast and my team was happy and then I saw Digger do them too and then we both sat at the end of the ring watching our team racing.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t tell you how many times we did that, just like at HolroydPetFest, except I was with Digger this time instead of Lance.  In the middle of the day, we stopped and put on our Indian Feathers.  I had been practising Indian Feathers at home, so I wasn’t scared and I didn’t try to eat them like the first time.  Everyone in my team put on Indian Feathers and our mums and dads put on new clothes too, with big purple Cowboy hats.  The new clothes were for the BoorowaRunningOfTheSheepParade.  Everyone was dressed up, but Sydney Psychos were the only Indian Feathers and Cowboys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/PIC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/PIC_0050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the parade started I thought I wanted to run away from the huge noisy truck and the car with wool on it and the noisy motor bikes and the horses and other things I hadn’t seen before.  It was too much like the SydneyRoyalEasterShow where everything was terrifying.  But I looked at Molly and Connor and they were happy and Pjevs was happy and so I thought I would try it. &lt;br /&gt;It was noisy and hot walking along the street, with millions of people watching us and cheering. They laughed the most when they saw Rosie sitting in a little wagon behind Ian on the bike, and little Connor in his tiny cowboy hat and Missy in her Doggles and Indian Feathers.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the parade I was glad to jump in our Sydney Psychos pool before going to my house.  I wanted to sleep for the rest of the day but there were more Flyball races and my mum kept waking me up to go with my team and do more Overs.  In between we had to stand behind Ian and Jennie while they talked to a strange man from the ‘Getaway Show’.  His friends had HUGE cameras and they wanted us kids to bark and we were happy to bark for them.  (I didn’t look at the cameras too much because I don’t like them).&lt;br /&gt;Boy it’s hard work at competitions.  I did everything my mum wanted me to, except for the last time, when she asked me to go Over, Around and Over before the race started.  Lisa wasn’t there and I didn’t know the man at the box and I was scared of going Over to him so I ran away instead, right out of the ring.  My mum came out too and found me and took me to play in the oval and she wasn’t mad, she told me she knew I was scared of that man and next competition we would make sure there was someone I knew on the box.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that one day I would have my first real race, like Kaos did this time.  Ian was over the moon with happiness and kept talking about Kaos getting his first points.  I don’t know what that means but it must be good, Ian was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/DSCF0213.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/DSCF0213.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the competition was finished we went to sit in the dark like we did at Kioloa.  We wrestled a little bit while people talked boring things about ‘who-came-first’.  Even Jessie was nice to me while we were sitting in the dark!  She used to snap at me all the time but she is nicer now.  Maybe she was scared like I used to be?  The boring talking made all our mums and dads happy: our team came 2nd and now I have a red medal as well as a green ribbon for coming 1st.  Our other Sydney Psychos team came 3rd, and they have medals too.&lt;br /&gt;I had no trouble going to sleep in our motel that night.  I was sure we would go home in the morning so you can imagine my surprise when we finally stopped and we were at Noni’s house!  I went there at Christmas with my mum and Beazli.  This time I was allowed in the house all day, even though it wasn’t the hottest-day-on-record like it was on New Years Day.  Maybe it was because I have a red medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/P1000026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/P1000026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at Noni’s house for a week, and every day we went for two long walks as well as going to visit my cousins.  This time I got to play with the cousins – they look like little Connor and their house has a big garden like a park and next door there is a big proper park as well.  They have squeaky toys and a soccer ball but they can’t play soccer like Molly and big Connor.  The cousin called Jasmine chased me a lot and the cousin called Gizmo just looked at me – I think he’s too fat for chasing.&lt;br /&gt;One of the days we went to visit the cousins my mum showed her sister Debbie how to put a stake in the ground with a long rope attached to Gizmo’s harness so that he could run a little bit without being on a lead. My mum told me the cousins are 5 years old and have never been off-the-lead before because Gizmo usually runs away.  I played with Jasmine off-the-lead and she didn’t run away, and Gizmo liked the long rope.  I knew he would because I used to like the long rope that Ian gave me when I first started learning Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I visit Noni and my cousins we can all play off-the-lead, without too much running away.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what was the best thing about this Flyball adventure, all the things I did, or coming home.  Beazli howled and cried and chased me and wrestled and followed me for hours after we got home. I think he missed me!  I wonder when the next competition will be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-116096847972621999?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/116096847972621999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=116096847972621999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116096847972621999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/116096847972621999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-2nd-competition.html' title='MY 2ND COMPETITION'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115852923159729694</id><published>2006-09-18T07:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:26:01.696+09:30</updated><title type='text'>TOO MANY ADVENTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/PIC_0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had so many Flyball adventures since my mum came back from Noni’s house that I hardly know where to start.  First we had some normal Flyball days, and some special days with Alex and Molly and Connor in the white-fence park.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a day when just mum and me went driving for a long time until she found a place she said was like Riverwooddowns but it was called Kioloaholidaypark.  When we got there in the dark we went straight to where Missy and Jessie and Little Connor and Maverick were with Jenni and Debbie and John and Sandi and Ian.  I sat on Ian’s lap because I’m a bit scared of Jessie.  She growls if you look at her and Ian can make her stop growling so it’s good to stay close to him.&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t stay very long and then my mum took me to another house, a big quiet house with no-one else there.  At first I didn’t like it, I wanted to go back to my Flyball friends, until Lisa and Linda came with Pjevs! I was so excited I didn't know which leg to stand on!&lt;br /&gt;I love Pjevs, he’s one of my best Flyball friends, and we wrestled and wrestled with each other for hours and hours!  He even let me play with his favourite fluffy toy, and it was so much fun I wanted to play all night.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we had to go to sleep but I made sure that my mum woke up early because I knew Pjevs was somewhere in that house and I could play with him again.  After breakfast we drove back to Kioloaholidaypark, with my mum telling me we were going to a competition today, like the Royaleastershow.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there I was happy there were no cows or horses, just all my own Flyball friends together.  And millions of other dogs and other Flyball people in their coloured shirts and their tents.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long day at the competition.  My mum kept taking me out of my little house and walking me past all those strange dogs and people I didn’t know to this special part with awful flapping orange see-through walls.  I was glad that Digger and Kaos and Little Connor came too, otherwise I would have been really scared.  &lt;br /&gt;We didn’t do proper Flyball, like Overs and Arounds.  Instead, my mum asked to do unusual things, like jump in a little pool and get a tennis ball out.  I liked jumping in the pool except for the lady I didn’t know watching me all the time with a big book and a silver thing in her hand.  So I didn’t get the tennis ball, I just kept jumping in and out of the little pool, and mum was happy because I got half a point for going in the pool.  She said it was a beginner’s comp and she was happy with me for being a good girl for such a long day until it was dark and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/ebbiilona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/ebbiilona.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later there was a party with cake and presents for Alex.  I thought maybe we would have another sleepover with Pjevs (more wrestling!). Instead, I got another surprise when Alex and Molly and Connor came with us to the sleepover house.  We went running in the dark!  I could see Molly and Connor because they had sparkling things on their collars, zooming in the dark as fast as anything.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the house Molly played with me, and Connor played with Molly and they both chased me and it was another night when I didn’t want to go to sleep.  And another morning when I woke my mum up very early because I knew my friends were there.  We played really good soccer in the big park outside the house while my mum and Alex stood around having coffee.  The Albury Advance Flyball team came out of another house, but they didn’t play soccer, they stayed on their leads.&lt;br /&gt;When Alex and mum put all the things in the cars I thought this adventure was over.  &lt;br /&gt;But we went to Kioloaholidaypark again, for a walk with Jenni and Missy, over a hill to a sandy park with a big big moving water pool, bigger than the river at Riverwood Downs.  Mum said it was the beach.  We ran on the sand and chased sticks into the moving water and you can’t believe it the water chased back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/ebbiwave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/ebbiwave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By the time Alex and mum said we should go home I was so tired I was glad to sleep in the car on the long drive.  I told Beazli everything when we got home, and dreamt about sparkling things on collars, orange flapping walls, and beaches that chase you.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was another competition!  In a different place, the Holroydpetfest. The first time my mum took me for a walk with my team I thought maybe she was going to ask me to do the pool/ball thing again.  I thought maybe I would do it this time.  I didn’t know she would ask me to stand right next to a machine that suddenly made the worst noise, like it was going to eat me. &lt;br /&gt; It’s hard to be brave right next to a machine like that, it’s name is a ‘generator’, when the man puts the big silver measuring stick on your back.  Boy was I glad to go back to my house after that.&lt;br /&gt;So I was very nervous next time we went for a walk.  I stayed as close as I could to Lance, he’s the same colour as Pjevs, but bigger.  Walking at Holroydpetfest. was more like the Royaleastershow than Kioloaholidaypark.  No cows or horses (thank goodness!) but zillions of people, children holding floating balls on sticks, prams, little tents, big tents, lots and lots and lots of dogs I didn’t know, loud music and noisy machines.&lt;br /&gt;I followed Lance past those flapping orange see-through walls that made a corridor into a place where there were proper hurdles and boxes.  Mum took me to the end and we sat on the ground next to a lady in a chair with a red flag.  I kept my eye on that lady to see what she might do with the red flag, until I heard Ian yell ‘Team Ready! Watch the Lights! And then there were lights on a stick and a big hooting sound and Phoebe went Over and then Chloe and then Maverick and then Jessie and everyone screamed with happiness and then they did it again.  At the same time there other dogs doing Overs and Arounds right next to them but my Flyball team didn’t pay any attention to the other dogs they just kept getting Ready Ready Ready and doing their own Overs and Arounds as fast as they could.&lt;br /&gt;After a while we walked back to our Sydney Psychos place and I rested in my house and then that’s what kept happening all day.  We would rest and then go for a walk past all the people and dogs to the competition part and I would sit down the back kissing Lance (he let’s me kiss him a lot!) and watching everything and keeping my eye on the lady with the red flag and watching Jenni pick up tennis balls, and walking bravely past flapping walls and people and dogs back to rest in my house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/PIC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how many times my mum told me I was a good girl and so did Ian and Jenni and Sian and Sandi.  I must have been a good girl because my mum bought me a new green snake with two squeaky ends.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t play with the snake until we got home.  The competition was too exciting to play with a snake.  Mum told me our team came 1st!  And our other Sydney Psychos team came 2nd! That must be good because she was happy when she told me but I don’t really know what it means.  Maybe I’ll find out next time we go to a competition adventure.  Mum says we are going to Boorowairishflyballfling.  I sure hope it’s soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115852923159729694?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115852923159729694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115852923159729694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115852923159729694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115852923159729694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-many-adventures.html' title='TOO MANY ADVENTURES'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115424746903352361</id><published>2006-07-30T17:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:47:49.046+09:30</updated><title type='text'>DAD TAKES ME TO FLYBALL</title><content type='html'>My Dad took me and Beazli to Flyball today, because my Mum has been away again, for ages and ages.  After our Big Adventure at Riverwood Downs Mum told me she had to go to Noni's house.  Noni is sick and has been in hospital.  I don't know if she has a big white thing on her arm like my Mum did when she was in hospital.  I miss my Mum but I'm glad my Dad took us to Flyball because I miss my Flyball friends too.&lt;br /&gt;I heard my Dad talking to my Mum on his little phone, telling her that I was a good girl and did Over 4 hurdles about a million times without running away.&lt;br /&gt;Later I heard him talking to her again, after I did Over 8 hurdles another million times.  And I also did Over, Around and Over, and I didn't run away at all.  When I did that everyone clapped.  Sandi told me she was going to ring my Mum too and tell her I'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mum comes home soon.  I like snuggling on dad's lap but he doesn't play catch with me as much as Mum does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115424746903352361?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115424746903352361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115424746903352361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115424746903352361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115424746903352361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/dad-takes-me-to-flyball.html' title='DAD TAKES ME TO FLYBALL'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115310829504795828</id><published>2006-07-17T13:20:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:17:47.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OUR BIG ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/320/PIC_0791.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't believe it when Robbo got in the cold cold creek to get the Kong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115310829504795828?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115310829504795828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115310829504795828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115310829504795828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115310829504795828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-big-adventure_17.html' title='OUR BIG ADVENTURE'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115310561684330643</id><published>2006-07-17T09:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:27:07.656+09:30</updated><title type='text'>OUR BIG ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>I've just woken up very late, the day after our big adventure.  Straight away I kissed my mum, remembering how much fun we had.  Beazli and my dad are still asleep, snoring and dreaming about paddocks and rivers and cows and Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning my mum told me that when she came home from wherever she goes without me, we would all go on a big adventure.  The last big adventure we had was when we went to the place far away that my mum's mother Noni lives, and I hoped we were going there.&lt;br /&gt;All the way in the Berlingo that's what I hoped, but when it got dark and we drove for a long long time on a very bumpy windy road with no houses and no lights I got confused.  Finally we found a huge house that wasn't Noni's house.  There were laughing people having a barbecue like the Newtown Christmas Party.  Except the people were my Flyball friends! Linda and Jenni and Alex and Ian and Sandy and Lisa and Debbie and Susan and John and Robbo and Sian......  Missy and Pjevs were there too and we ate sausages and bones in the dark.  I played with Pjevs and kissed Linda and jumped on Lisa and tried to lick Missy and jumped on my mum and got tangled up under the bench and barked at the dark.  I thought this was a good adventure already but it only got better.&lt;br /&gt;After the barbecue my dad found a funny cupboard that had little beds on top of each other and we had a squishy cosy sleep. I woke up when mum opened the curtain and looked out the tiny window at the biggest park I had ever seen.  We rushed out there, me and Beazli and mum, and ran a long way over wet grass.  I could smell cows and horses even though I couldn't see them.  I ran under a prickly fence and back again, calling mum and Beazli, and then Jenni and Missy and Alex and Molly and Connor appeared out of their cupboard with beds and we all ran around barking while mum and Jenni and Alex had cups of coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;Molly found a plastic bag with bread rolls inside.  Beazli found the flyball hurdles under the house.  Ian and Kaos and Rosie found us and we played frisbee.  Connor growled at Beazli and then Ian made Connor go on his back to stop him growling. Connor was good after that, he went to my mum and put his head on her lap.  &lt;br /&gt;The day just got better and better.  My friend Pjevs came with Linda and Lisa, and then everyone came and we did Overs and Arounds and Team Ready.  &lt;br /&gt;I only had 2 brain snaps, once when I thought I should run to my dad instead of doing Over, and once when I had to go bark at Rosie and Kaos instead of going Around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/PIC_0637.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/PIC_0637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I did Cross Overs with Pjevs and with Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;I played with the squeaky baby Mocha, who's very funny, he's so little and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a huge playtime chasing the frisbee again and then a drive in the Berlingo to another part of the park, then a walk and a run down a hill until we found a sort of big swimming pool with stones in the bottom.  The water was moving, not like the pool where it is still, and it was freezing!  No-one cared though, we all jumped in and made big splashes, especially when Robbo started throwing the Kong and everyone swam fast to see who could catch it.  Once the Kong sank and the only one who could get it back was Beazli.  Everyone cheered and clapped when he got the Kong back.  &lt;br /&gt;Another time when it sank Beazli was trying to fish a leaf out of the water and he didn't see it, so Robbo took off his jeans and walked into the cold water to get the Kong.  We couldn't believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;He was the only person who got in the water, otherwise all the splashing and playing and Kong chasing was dog friends.  &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to stop, even though I was shivering. And we didn't stop for a long time, we just kept playing in that cold water, chasing each other and the Kong and having the best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;By the time my dad brought a lovely towel I was kind of glad to get dry and warm and snuggle in the back of the Berlingo with Beazli to catch my breath.  We cuddled all the way home, with him snoring and me staying awake to see the cows in the paddock on the side of the windy bumpy road.  Beazli only woke up to get inside the house and then he fell asleep again, straight away.  I stayed up with my mum, while she told me she thought I had a lot of fun on my big adventure at Riverwooddowns, especially in the creek (that's what the cold moving pool is called) with my Flyball friends.  She was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115310561684330643?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115310561684330643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115310561684330643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115310561684330643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115310561684330643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-big-adventure.html' title='OUR BIG ADVENTURE'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115243752438197419</id><published>2006-07-09T18:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:02:04.483+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MEASURE UP, ROUND UP</title><content type='html'>We arrived at Flyball early today, before everyone else except for Jessie and her dad.  I've got a soccer ball of my own now and I tried to show Jessie how to play soccer, how to punch the ball with her nose.  She wouldn't do it, no matter how many times I showed her.  Instead she kept chasing me, going round me in circles, sometimes swooping in really close, sometimes doing little barks at me.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with Rosie and Missy and Digger at playtime, except Digger keeps wanting to sniff my bottom as well.  Mum says its because Rosie and Missy and Digger and Jessie are all border collies and they like to pretend I'm a sheep.  I don't know what a sheep is.  Maybe it's like the cows and horses I saw at the Sydney Royal Easter Show.&lt;br /&gt;After a long time of trying to show Jessie about soccer I just got sick of all the rounding up and ran away and jumped in my house.  Jessie couldn't round me up in there so it was a good place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;And my house is a good place to rest too, in between all the Overs and Arounds I do at Flyball.  I did lots of stuff today, Over 4 hurdles, Over 8, Over 2 and Around and Over 2.  &lt;br /&gt;Elaine came with Phoebe and Taffy - she hasn't been to Flyball for ages- and she saw me and couldn't believe her eyes that I can do all these things, and that I go back to my mum now when she calls me.  She told my mum she can remember when I used to spend the whole time at Flyball just barking and spinning on my harness.&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry today, so every time I did something good mum gave some chicken or some bacon.  For the longest time she made me sit in front of the Box while she hit it and made tennis balls pop out and then gave me chicken.  I didn't have to do anything except be Brave.  We do Brave at home all the time.  That means going close to any of the shiny silver things I'm scared of, like the thing that blows out warm air and the noisy sucking thing and the chair with silver legs.  All those shiny silver things remind me of something really awful that happened to me before I came to live with my mum and dad and Beazli.&lt;br /&gt;After I did some of those strange Overs with Pjevs (the ones where he jumps Over towards me - they're called Cross Overs), Alex came near me with a REALLY scary shiny silver thing, a big silver stick.  She tried to put it close to me and I was so scared I just laid down and closed my eyes and shivered, hoping it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;When I peeked it was still there, and I was so glad mum let me go in my house, away from the silver stick.  Alex brought Connor over and then she picked up the stick and for a minute I thought she was going to hit him with it.  He just stood there (he's very Brave) and let Alex stand the stick next to him and slide a part of it up and down until it touched him.  He didn't seem to mind, but I was still glad when they took that silver stick away.&lt;br /&gt;I had the best playtime again, mainly with Pjevs and Chloe and Abbey, but sometimes Kaos and Rosie and Phoebe and Taffy joined in too, and Beazli came at the end when my dad came to pick us up. &lt;br /&gt;Pjevs and Chloe like to chase my jingle bells.  Abbey likes to chase Pjevs.  My mum and Jamie just laugh and laugh at Abbey rounding up Pjevs, pretending he's a sheep.  What I don't understand is that Abbey is not a border collie, she's a kelpie like me, except that I am a kelpie cross.  How come Abbey likes to pretend about sheep, like the border collies?  Maybe one day I'll get to see a sheep and then I'll understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115243752438197419?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115243752438197419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115243752438197419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115243752438197419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115243752438197419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/measure-up-round-up.html' title='MEASURE UP, ROUND UP'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115217935828659819</id><published>2006-07-06T18:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:03:01.213+09:30</updated><title type='text'>DISTRACTIONS</title><content type='html'>At lunchtime we went to the white-fence-park, where we go to do Flyball with Alex and Molly and Connor. I think it's important that my mum should know there were millions of good reasons for all my brain snaps today.  First the plovers, then the paper bag blowing on the grass, then the children playing on my sliperry, then the man in the yellow shirt walking outside the fence.  The plovers came back, I had to have a poo, there was a noisy plane, I thought I saw a dog, there were boys playing soccer, then two strangers watched us, I found some ham on the ground, then Jessie arrived with her father and I forgot his name so I barked at him.&lt;br /&gt;In between all of that it's amazing I managed to do some good Overs and some good Arounds on the Box.  I even did Over 2 hurdles, Around and back Over 2.  But then the box starting jumping back at me again when I went on it.  I like the way the tennis ball pops out but I don't like the noise or the jumping back.  &lt;br /&gt;I had a look behind the Box and I couldn't find whatever made that noise.  I tried walking on it very carefully but it still jumped back at me.  So I went to my house.  My mum and Alex came and talked to me and took me back and we did some more Overs and then I went back to my house again.  I could tell they wanted me to go Around on that noisy jumping Box. &lt;br /&gt;I don't trust that Box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115217935828659819?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115217935828659819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115217935828659819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115217935828659819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115217935828659819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/distractions.html' title='DISTRACTIONS'/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208278346800385</id><published>2006-07-05T16:29:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:29:43.470+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 2/07/06&lt;br /&gt;Linda said I had a blonde day today.  I don’t know what that means unless it’s like having a brain snap.  From the time we got to Flyball everything was different.  For a start Beazli came again and I’m a bit jealous of him when mum pays attention to him instead of to me.  There were heaps of Flyball dogs, some I haven’t seen for a while like Jessie and Maverick.  A big new one called Spike.  And the little new one called Mocha, who just looks like a fluffy brown toy, squeaking and squealing the whole time in his house.&lt;br /&gt;Mum usually takes me for a run around the big park before we start Flyball.  This time she just left me in my house and took Beazli and tried to teach him Around the pole!  When she came to get me to do Over I went Over 1 and ran straight back to Beazli to let him know that Flyball is my game.  Of course mum came to get me and tried to make me to Over again and I did 2 hurdles but then I saw Spike standing near the end and I had to run and bark at him.  He’s so big I thought I would bark at him first before he barked at me. The next time I saw the boys playing soccer at the other part of the park and I had to run over there to tell them I can play soccer too.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Alex gave Beazli a turn doing Over.  He went Over 2 hurdles.  He’ll do anything for some chicken.  When it was my turn I showed my mum I would do Over for chicken too and then when mum wanted me to do 6 hurdles I stopped at 4 where she had dropped some chicken on the ground.  It was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Linda tried to play that tennis ball in the box game with me but I didn’t like the box and its noises and jumping today.   I saw Mocha learning Around the pole and ran to tell him to be careful because if he learns Around the pole he will have to go on that jumping, noisy, box and he might get frightened.&lt;br /&gt;And then mum tried to make me do a strange Over with Connor coming at me in the other direction.  Even though he’s my friend looked like he was coming to bite me so I had to bark and chase him before going Over.  Then Lisa brought Pjevs to do the strange Over and I had to chase him when he came towards me too.&lt;br /&gt;At the end, before playtime, I had another turn at doing Over and Ian made sure there was no-one interesting to chase, so I did 4, and then 5 and then 6 and then I did 8 and finally everyone was really happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;At playtime Pjevs and I chased the jingle bells but Abbey is really funny, she just chased me or Pjevs.  My mum said she was rounding us up.   Chloe tried to join in (she loves my jingle bells too) and she was running so fast and I was running so fast that we ran into each other and I fell over and had to rest.  But only for a second.  I wasn’t hurt and I had to get back to be rounded up by my friend Abbey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208278346800385?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208278346800385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208278346800385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208278346800385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208278346800385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-20706-linda-said-i-had-blonde.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208274914991996</id><published>2006-07-05T16:28:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:29:09.150+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday 30/06/06&lt;br /&gt;Without any warning today my mum put my Flyball harness on me, picked up our Flyball bag, and drove to a park where Alex and Molly and Connor were already waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit squashy in the Berlingo on the way because there was a Box, and hurdles, and my house all in the back as well as me.  All the way I was hoping we were going to do proper Flyball and I wasn’t disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;While Alex and mum messed around setting things up Molly and Connor and me played with a Frisbee.  Connor has a brown squeaky bottle that he really likes and he had that in his mouth too.&lt;br /&gt;I had the first turn, running back from the Box, going Over 4 hurdles to my mum and my jingle bells.  Then Connor had a turn and then Molly and then it was my turn again.  This time Alex showed me a tennis ball and put it in the Box and we did Around getting the tennis ball.  Then my mum took me behind a hurdle and I went Over, Around, got the ball and went back Over to mum with the tennis ball.  Boy were they excited!&lt;br /&gt;Then mum took me behind 2 hurdles, then 3 and then 4.  I went Over all 4 hurdles and got the tennis ball and went back Over all 4 again as fast as I could.  Mum and Alex squealed and cuddled me and laughed and let me Catch and asked me if I wanted to do it again and I did so we did it again.  And they both laughed and cuddled me and told me I was a good girl and then we did it again.  The fourth time I still wanted to do it but I hit my leg on the last hurdle and that hurt a little bit so I stopped.  Mum and Alex both cuddled me and thought I should have a rest and I agreed so I ran back to my house all by myself and jumped in so I could get a drink and lie down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;From inside my house I watched my mum played with Connor, asking him if he was ready, ready, ready and I saw him go Over 4 hurdles, Around and back Over to mum.  And then it was Molly’s turn and she did it for my mum too.   I barked and barked while they were doing it, getting myself all worked up.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn again I thought I would see if Alex and mum got so excited if I went Over 1 hurdle and missed the rest but they didn’t seem to like it.  They didn’t make a sound which wasn’t much fun so I barked at Alex.  She just looked the other way so I did 2 hurdles properly and then it started to rain a little bit.  Mum and Alex decided to pack up and while they were doing that Molly and Connor and I played with the jingle bells and the frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;I love those Flyball friends.  I love Flyball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208274914991996?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208274914991996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208274914991996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208274914991996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208274914991996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday-300606-without-any-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208271137603450</id><published>2006-07-05T16:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:28:31.380+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 25/06/06&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun, then more fun, then scary, then exciting, and then really fun.  We took Beazli today, to watch me learning Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;Ian made me go Over 8 hurdles absolutely millions of times. And mostly I just wanted to get to Mum and the jingle bells so fast that I went Over all of them as quickly as I could.  (I only ran over to Beazli a couple of times, just to make sure he was watching.)&lt;br /&gt;We did Around on the Box and then we did Over, Around and Over and I had heaps of fun showing Alex and Linda that I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I rested in my house I reminded Beazli to watch me.  Once he tried to get into my house with me, can you imagine, that great big Beazli in my little house with me in there too?&lt;br /&gt;Then the scary thing happened.  Mum asked me to do Around and when I jumped on the Box it jumped back at me and made the worst noise!  I couldn’t believe it!  It had never done anything like that before and I was terrified!  Alex tried to give me some chicken but I didn’t want to take my eyes off that scary Box, in case it jumped at me again. I was really glad when mum took me back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;After a rest we went to the Box again, with Linda, and she started throwing me a tennis ball.  I love Catch and I loved playing it with Linda.  Then she made the tennis ball stick to the Box somehow.  And then she made the Box jump and tennis ball popped out and I was allowed to chase it.  Then mum stuck the tennis ball on the Box and asked me to go Around.  As soon as I put one foot on the Box, it jumped again, and popped out the tennis ball.  Mum and Linda were so happy when I chased the tennis ball that I thought I would try it again.  They stuck the tennis ball on the Box, I went Around, made the tennis ball pop out and then chased it........and it wasn’t scary, it was exciting!  I hope I can do it again next time we go to Flyball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208271137603450?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208271137603450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208271137603450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208271137603450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208271137603450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-250606-today-was-fun-then-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208255763618643</id><published>2006-07-05T16:25:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:27:32.620+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday18/06/06&lt;br /&gt;Ian told my mum a good thing today, he told her he thought I was scared when she twirled that big thing around her head so fast at the end of the hurdles.  So she took the jingle bells off the end of the big twirly thing and just waved it so I could see it, and when I came straight in after going Over 8 hurdles she let me Catch it and we were both happy.&lt;br /&gt;How does Ian know so much?  He watches everyone and helps all the new dogs and all the big dogs.  And Kaos is getting to be really good at Over, Around, Over - he does it like the big dogs do even though he was just a baby when I started Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;We had heaps of things to do again today.  Lots of Over 8 hurdles and Over 4 Hurdles and Around and then Over 4 hurdles again.  In between I tried sitting down to avoid going back to my house but instead of picking me up my mum just sat down each time and called me to her.  Then she would get up and walk a bit closer to the house until I sat down and then she sat down again and called me to her.  &lt;br /&gt;It took so long to get back to the house that I just gave in and jumped straight in there.  I hate to say it but it’s kind a nice place to rest.  My water is in there and I can watch everything that’s going on and no-one bothers me.  And I know that when I get out it will be my turn again to do some Over or Around on the Box, or even to play chase at home time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208255763618643?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208255763618643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208255763618643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208255763618643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208255763618643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday180606-ian-told-my-mum-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208247731969531</id><published>2006-07-05T16:24:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:24:37.320+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 11/06/06&lt;br /&gt;Today I went Over 8 hurdles heaps of times.  My mum has put a jingle bells on the end of a twirly thing and she kneels down at the end of the hurdles so that I can see her twirl the thing around and I want to go Over as fast as I can so I can get to the jingle bells.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is when I get there that twirly thing looks like it might hit me in the head so I do a big circle around her until she slows down.  She’s still happy when I come in.  It doesn’t matter how many times I do it everyone is still happy with me.  &lt;br /&gt;We did Around on the big black Box again today too.  It’s great, so much better than the pole.  A couple of times I went Over, Around and back Over to mum and then did a tug of war with the jingle bells.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of hurdles and Around today.  Some of the time it was 8 hurdles, some of the time it was 4 hurdles.  Some of the time it was Over, Around and Over and some of the time it was just Around.  The only brain snaps I had today where when we had to go back to the house.  I just wanted to keep doing everything today, so every time mum wanted me to go back to the house I just sat down and wouldn’t budge.&lt;br /&gt;Mum picked me up and carried me back to the house and Ian wasn’t happy with her.  He told her she was teaching me that I could get my own way.  Well.....sort of.  I still had to go back in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208247731969531?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208247731969531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208247731969531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208247731969531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208247731969531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-110606-today-i-went-over-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208244371050735</id><published>2006-07-05T16:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:24:03.720+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 4/06/06&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!  Today Ian said I don’t have to go Around that stupid pole any more!  He saw me doing ‘Around’ on the Box and he says I can just practice there.  I’m so happy I just want to go Around and Around on the Box all the time! (Sometimes when my mum tries to walk me back to my house I show her I would rather go Around or Over but she still makes me go to the house).&lt;br /&gt;We learnt a new thing today, called ‘Take’.  We sat in a circle (me, Kaos, Jessie and Digger) and everyone had to do the same thing with a tennis ball.  We’ve never had a tennis ball at Flyball before. &lt;br /&gt;First I didn’t like it because I thought my mum was just trying to teach me to lick the tennis ball.  That’s not very exciting and most of the time I’m not hungry at Flyball anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to lick the tennis ball so I turned by head away.  But my mum showed me she wanted me to pick up the tennis ball from the ground when she said ‘Take’.  I got that!  I thought, I can do that!  So I did it and everyone thought I was clever!&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to give mum the tennis ball when she told me to ‘Give’.  I already knew ‘Give’ so that part was really easy.  I  did it and everyone thought I was REALLY clever.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE Flyball.  We had a really long playtime at the end today.  I like playing with Pjevs, and Kaos, and Digger is fun too but he’s a bit rough.  Molly is very intense. Missy is really good at Flyball and very nice except when she gets the jingle bells, because she just keeps it.  She won’t Give it back so we can keep playing.  Jenni gets down on the ground and has to talk to Missy for a long time before she Gives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208244371050735?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208244371050735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208244371050735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208244371050735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208244371050735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-40606-hooray-today-ian-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208141650621273</id><published>2006-07-05T16:06:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:06:56.506+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday 25/05/06&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to another ‘demonstration’.  It was in a small park in ‘Ultimo’ and only a few of my Flyball friends were there - Rosie and Kaos, Missy, Molly and Connor, and Pjevs.&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of people that I didn’t know, people without dogs standing really close.  Ian did some talking and then my mum tried to get me to walk in front of the people to do Around the pole.  I laid down instead.  Who knows what those people would have done?  They were making heaps of noise and didn’t seem to know anything about Flyball.  I was actually glad when mum put me into my house away from those people.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my house I watched Kaos going Around, and then going Over for Ian.  He doesn’t seem to be scared of anything.  I think he’s always lived with Ian and Rosie and Sandra, and has never lived with awful people like I have.  Not my mum, she’s good to me and I love her - but the other people I lived with when I was little were horrible and you don’t want to know what scary things they did to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I watched Kaos and then all the others do some racing and I thought maybe it wasn’t so frightening after all.  When mum got me out of the house I had some turns doing Over, and mostly I did them all.  There were just a couple of times when I thought it was more fun to run at some of the people who were watching and bark at them.  After my turns we all played until we were tired, and then went to have coffee sitting around a bench.&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun, but I was so tired I was glad to get into my house for a rest on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208141650621273?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208141650621273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208141650621273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208141650621273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208141650621273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-250506-today-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208138442366227</id><published>2006-07-05T16:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:06:24.426+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 21/05/06&lt;br /&gt;We got to Flyball late today because first my mum took me to a big shop where there were dogs inside and lots of dog toys and food that smelled good.  Instead of letting me play with the dogs, or smell the food, she took me to a part in the shop where there just lots of horrid dog houses.&lt;br /&gt;She made me get in and out of different houses and I hated all of them.  Finally she let me go back in the Berlingo and  I thought I had escaped but no such luck.  The shop man put a hard grey house in the Berlingo too, and all they way to Flyball I just knew mum would make me go in it when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough, that’s what happened. What’s even worse, I couldn’t get out of this house.  It’s made of hard stuff, even the front part that you can see out of.  And there is no zippy thing that you can open from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;So when mum got me out of the house I thought that if I was a really, really, good girl and did everything she wanted, she might not make me go back in there.&lt;br /&gt;I went Over every time she asked me to.  I even went Around that stupid pole a couple of times.  But she still put me back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;The next time it was my turn I went Over 8 hurdles really fast, 5 times.  Then my mum showed me a new thing - going Around on a big black Box.  She sat down and told me to go Around and when I did it I was allowed to play with my jingle bells, my favourite toy.  And then she asked me to go Over, Around and Over back to her for the jingle bells and that was great fun.  Much more fun than that silly pole.  So I kept doing it because mum thought it was fun too, and was really, really happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;She still put me back in the house at the end of my turn, but at least I was allowed to get out for a long playtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208138442366227?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208138442366227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208138442366227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208138442366227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208138442366227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-210506-we-got-to-flyball-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208135650201342</id><published>2006-07-05T16:05:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:05:56.503+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 14/05/06&lt;br /&gt;No Flyball today.  My dad says it’s because it is Mother’s Day.  My mum is with her Mother in Albury.  I wish that she took me with her this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208135650201342?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208135650201342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208135650201342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208135650201342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208135650201342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-140506-no-flyball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208132483441845</id><published>2006-07-05T16:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:05:24.836+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 7/05/06&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how to get out of my red house today.  It’s simple really, I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out.  There’s a kind of zippy thing that closes the front of the house and all you have to do is push it with your nose from the inside and the net bit comes apart.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it was open I ran out as fast as I could to chase my friends, Missy and Pjevs and Rosie and Cleo.  They were doing Team Ready, Watch the Lights and were really excited to see me.  Mum was talking to Sandra and it took a while for her to realise that I was out.  Boy was she surprised!&lt;br /&gt;She put me back in the house and did something that made pushing the zippy thing quite hard to do.  So I just chewed it all up and escaped again!&lt;br /&gt;That meant that mum had to keep me on my lead with her all afternoon, in between practising Over.  I like it when she keeps me with her but she doesn’t like it if I try to pull her to any other dogs, or if I spin around on my harness.  I wonder why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208132483441845?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208132483441845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208132483441845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208132483441845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208132483441845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-70506-i-figured-out-how-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208130140747265</id><published>2006-07-05T16:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:05:01.410+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday 3/05/06&lt;br /&gt;Today mum took me for a river walk by myself and found Alex and Molly and Connor!  They had flyball hurdles and poles!  In a park on our river walk!  I was so excited I barked and barked and jumped and span and tried to get Molly and Connor to play with me but all they wanted to do was Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;They kept having turns, and then it was my turn.  And would you believe they just wanted me to do that stupid Around.  I looked everywhere else and there was a man with some dogs who looked like they were more fun than Around so I ran after them.  But of course mum and Alex got me to come back instead and made me rest near the fence.&lt;br /&gt;The next time they asked me to go Around I heard some good noises that needed chasing - whistling and people shouting.  But of course mum and  Alex got me to come back instead and made me rest near the fence.&lt;br /&gt;So the next time they asked me to go Around I just sat there.  That seems to work.  Alex said we should play Soccer instead and she got a HUGE tennis ball that Molly and Connor punch with their noses.  I watched them for a while and then tried it too - it’s great fun because the tennis ball was much too big to catch in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;After Soccer we all went for a river walk and when we got to the playground I showed everyone how I can do Slipperies - I go up the stairs, over the little bridge and then slide down.  Alex asked Molly and Connor to do it but they said ‘No Way’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208130140747265?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208130140747265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208130140747265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208130140747265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208130140747265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/wednesday-30506-today-mum-took-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208105887909534</id><published>2006-07-05T16:00:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:00:58.880+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 30/04/06&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would try to invent some new rules for Flyball today, to make it interesting for everyone.  When mum asked me to jump Over 4 hurdles I thought it would be good to jump Over 1 and then run away.&lt;br /&gt;When she asked me to do it again I went Over 2 and then ran straight to her instead of jumping Over the rest.&lt;br /&gt;When she asked me to do it again I went Over 1 and then chased Kaos.  So mum put me in the house for a while which I didn’t like at all.&lt;br /&gt;Mum wanted to do Around but I just sat there.   I HATE doing Around.  At least playtime was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208105887909534?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208105887909534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208105887909534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208105887909534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208105887909534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-300406-i-thought-i-would-try-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208102147525336</id><published>2006-07-05T16:00:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:01:33.650+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 23/04/06&lt;br /&gt;More new things at Flyball.  Instead of 4 hurdles we had to do 8.  That’s a lot, that’s a long way to run and do Over.  I watched everyone else doing it but didn’t believe mum would ask me to do all of that without a lead.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn I went Over 4 and then ran along the side of the hurdles to get to her.  She wasn’t happy.  She doesn’t get mad or anything, she just doesn’t tell me I’m a good girl, that’s how I know she’s not happy.&lt;br /&gt;The next time she went and stood behind 4, I went Over 4 and she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then she went behind an extra one so I went Over 5 and she was happier.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I went Over all 8 without running along the side my mum was over the moon, kissing me and cuddling and rolling around on the ground with me.  I love it when she is so happy.  Jenni and Linda and Alex and Lisa are all happy too when I do something good.  And Ian.  He gives me nice food when I do something good, and he talks to me in a nice soft voice, different from the angry voice he first used that first day when I tried to run out of Flyball park.&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are all these good things about Flyball, I still hate going Around that stupid pole.  We have to do it every week and it’s so boring you can’t believe it.  Mum even tries to make me do it at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208102147525336?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208102147525336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208102147525336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208102147525336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208102147525336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-230406-more-new-things-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208098193283223</id><published>2006-07-05T15:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:01:51.720+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 16/04/06&lt;br /&gt;What a day!  Mum got me up really early in the morning and packed all our Flyball things but instead of going up the stairs to the Berlingo we went down the stairs as if we were going on a river walk.  &lt;br /&gt;But then you’ll never believe it instead of going for a walk she opened the back door of that black car that lives downstairs and put me inside a little red house inside the car!  I didn’t want to go in there but I had no choice.  We drove for a long time before she stopped and got me and all the Flyball things (and that awful red house) out of the car again.  &lt;br /&gt;Then we went for a long long walk, on a road with no rivers and no grass, it was really boring, until we went through a gate and suddenly we were in a place where there were these HUGE dogs that didn’t smell right and didn’t bark, all walking around making funny noises with their feet.  My mum told me they were horses and though I was relieved to learn they weren’t dogs I was still scared of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I got used to the horses we passed some new huge creatures that didn’t look like horses and didn’t look like dogs.  My mum told me they were cows and boy was I glad to get away from them.&lt;br /&gt;But we weren’t safe yet. We kept walking and met more and more and more people – more people than I had ever seen before, some wearing big strange things on their heads, some carrying giant floating balls, some walking on tall sticks.  They were all laughing and talking and walking fast, and there were too many of them and for a while I wasn’t happy that mum brought me to this place.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about slipping out of my harness and running away but I knew I would have to go back past those cows and horses to find my way to the car.  I sure didn’t want to meet them on my own so I just stayed with mum and I’m glad that I did because she suddenly found all my Flyball friends in a new park!  Everyone was there!  I was so glad to see them in this strange place I almost wet myself with excitement.   All my Flyball friends were all in their own little houses so when mum made my red house I went inside and talked to Abbey through the window. &lt;br /&gt;After a while mum got me out and showed me around.  There where there absolutely millions of other dogs and mums and dads in this new park.  They all had little houses and when they weren’t resting in them they were playing Flyball.  But not just any old Flyball - a big competition called the Sydney Royal Easter Show.  I was allowed to watch some of the races from outside the fence.  I could hear all my friends barking with excitement when it was their turn.  When they came back to their houses they were exhausted from racing.  Pjevs ran so fast he hurt his leg and everyone got upset for a while until he felt better. &lt;br /&gt;We didn’t stay at the Sydney Royal Easter Show all day like everyone else because we had to go to Nonna’s and see the chickens.  I really like seeing the chickens (not as much as Flyball).  But Nonna has good things to eat so it was a good way to end the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208098193283223?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208098193283223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208098193283223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208098193283223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208098193283223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-160406-what-day-mum-got-me-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208095006885939</id><published>2006-07-05T15:58:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:03:16.483+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 9/04/06&lt;br /&gt;Something new happened at Flyball when I least expected it.  I was doing Over 4 hurdles on my really long lead, being a good girl and coming right in to mum at the end.  I was having a great time, everyone is so nice to me when I am good.  Sometimes Jenni comes over especially to give me chicken and I have her chicken even though I’m not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don’t know how many times I had done Over when suddenly mum went absolutely crazy with happiness.  At first I thought maybe I had done it faster than before, or something, but then, when she took me back to Ian and asked me to do it again, I realised what was different.  I didn’t have my long lead on!  Ian had just let me run to mum without the lead!&lt;br /&gt;So I did it again for her.  She loved it and everyone shouted and told me what a good girl I was.  After a while I did get a bit bored with that and ran away to play with Pjevs.  Brain snap time again.&lt;br /&gt;But after a bit of a rest, I figured it was more fun doing Over properly and so I did it some more times without the lead.  Gee I like it when everyone is happy with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208095006885939?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208095006885939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208095006885939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208095006885939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208095006885939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-90406-something-new-happened-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208093140232061</id><published>2006-07-05T15:58:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:02:39.390+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 2/04/06&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think we were going to Flyball today because we started the day in Albury.  Beazli and dad and I went there on Wednesday to get my mum at her mother’s house.  It’s good there, even though we’re not allowed in the house all the time (only when it’s really hot or really cold).  &lt;br /&gt;It was really really cold last night and still 2 degrees when we got up this morning and drove for ages and ages and ages.  Some of the time it’s interesting, especially when you can get out in a new place and sniff around while mum has a coffee.   I thought my mum was really clever to find Flyball park after all that driving, so I did nearly everything she asked me to.  I only had a brain snap a couple of times, because I was so excited about going to Albury and then coming back and finding Flyball.&lt;br /&gt;We had a long playtime at the end and that was so much fun I didn’t even think about running away, not even once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208093140232061?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208093140232061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208093140232061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208093140232061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208093140232061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-20406-i-didnt-think-we-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208089364645593</id><published>2006-07-05T15:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:02:18.336+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 26/03/06&lt;br /&gt;My mum is still away and so my dad took us to Flyball again today.  Beazli howled the whole time, except when he was growling at Connor.  He doesn’t like Connor and Connor doesn’t like him.  I did Over 4 hurdles on the long lead heaps of times.  Dad was happy with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208089364645593?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208089364645593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208089364645593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208089364645593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208089364645593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-260306-my-mum-is-still-away-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208087535141646</id><published>2006-07-05T15:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:03:42.703+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 19/03/06&lt;br /&gt;Dad took me to Flyball today because my mum has gone to visit her Mother who lives in another place you have to drive for a long time in the Berlingo to get to.  I’ve been there and I like it. &lt;br /&gt;We did 4 hurdles again with the long lead.  It’s better than Around the pole.  Dad doesn’t make me do Around the pole very much - I think he likes Over better too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208087535141646?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208087535141646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208087535141646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208087535141646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208087535141646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-190306-dad-took-me-to-flyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208075565042697</id><published>2006-07-05T15:55:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:55:55.650+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 12/03/06&lt;br /&gt;We finally went back to Flyball, and I tried something new.  Ian had a really really long lead he put on my harness and then mum walked a long way away from me and when she called me I had to go Over 4 hurdles to reach her.  It meant I had to run super fast in between each one so that I could keep going Over.  When I did it the first time everyone screamed and clapped and got excited.  &lt;br /&gt;Mum took me back to Ian and then went away and called me to her.  I thought it would get to her faster if I just went Over 1 hurdle and then ran past all the other ones.  I did get there faster but nobody seemed very happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;The next time we tried it Jenni stood beside the 2nd hurdle so that I couldn’t run past it - I had to go Over it instead.  So   I just kept going, Over all 4 hurdles and everyone got really excited again.&lt;br /&gt;That made me excited so I started barking and spinning and tried to run away to play with Kaos.  Ian told mum I had a ‘brain snap’ and to give me a rest.&lt;br /&gt;While we were resting I heard someone tell Mum that Sydney Psychos (my Flyball team) won 1st Place in 2nd Division at the Canberra competition.  I wonder what that means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208075565042697?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208075565042697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208075565042697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208075565042697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208075565042697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-120306-we-finally-went-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208073119978448</id><published>2006-07-05T15:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:55:31.200+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 5/03/06&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t go to Flyball today either.  This time it was because mum and dad had to go to a ‘wedding’.  I miss Flyball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208073119978448?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208073119978448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208073119978448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208073119978448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208073119978448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-50306-we-didnt-go-to-flyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208070944687696</id><published>2006-07-05T15:54:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:55:09.446+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 26 /02/06&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t go to Flyball today.  Mum told me it was because everyone was going to a ‘Competition’ in Canberra.  I wonder if that’s like a demonstration?  I wonder why we didn’t go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208070944687696?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208070944687696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208070944687696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208070944687696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208070944687696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-26-0206-we-didnt-go-to-flyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208063771515981</id><published>2006-07-05T15:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:53:57.716+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 19/02/06&lt;br /&gt;My mum came back to Flyball today. She still has that big white thing on her arm, and she couldn’t actually play Flyball with me.  I had to to do it with my dad.  He’s been learning it too for the last few weeks, so he helped me with my jumps today.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t get as excited as my mum does when I do something good, but I tried to do fast jumping to show off for mum and Beazli.  Beazli only comes to Flyball to watch.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my Flyball friends live in houses with two dogs.  Kaos lives with Rosie, Molly lives with Connor. Beazli is the only one who doesn’t do Flyball.  I don’t mind because I like having my mum to myself.  And he doesn’t seem to mind because I think he’s lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208063771515981?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208063771515981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208063771515981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208063771515981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208063771515981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-190206-my-mum-came-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115208011921718938</id><published>2006-07-05T15:44:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:57:25.183+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday 28/01/06&lt;br /&gt;My mum came home from hospital.  She was very sad and just stayed in bed with a big white thing on her arm.  I stayed with her and was as quiet as I could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115208011921718938?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115208011921718938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115208011921718938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208011921718938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115208011921718938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-280106-my-mum-came-home-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207982250487782</id><published>2006-07-05T15:40:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:51:41.240+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday 26/01/06&lt;br /&gt;It was Australia Day today. Even though it wasn't Sunday we went to Flyball.  It was exciting to go on the wrong day, I was happy and having a good time, even though it was very very hot.&lt;br /&gt;We were practising Around that silly pole when something terrible happened.  Mum took my lead off and sent me Around and then she started running backwards away from me and I had to run fast to catch up to her.&lt;br /&gt;But before I could catch up she fell over and wouldn’t get up.  She screamed out to Ian ‘I’ve broken my wrist’ and everyone ran towards her and John put some cold stuff on her arm and someone got hold of my harness and wouldn’t let me close to mum even though I wanted to because she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;A big white Berlingo came with people who put my mum on a thing with wheels that went into the back of the big white Berlingo.  It drove away with everyone inside, my mum and the people who put her there.  &lt;br /&gt;I sat on Elaine’s lap eating her nice sausages.  I thought maybe my mum would come back soon.  When she didn’t come back I was good for Elaine and Jenni and everyone else who was nice to me so that someone would take me home and not leave me at Flyball park all by myself.  When I was really little (before my mum found me) the other people used to leave me by myself, or when they were with me they teased me and sometimes hurt me.  I hate thinking about that time.&lt;br /&gt;After a while my dad came and I was SO relieved to see him.  He doesn’t usually come to Flyball.  When we got home I was very, very happy that I didn’t have to go anywhere other than home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207982250487782?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207982250487782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207982250487782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207982250487782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207982250487782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-260106-it-was-australia-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207980133660900</id><published>2006-07-05T15:39:00.001+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:48:46.900+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 22/01/06&lt;br /&gt;Today was a really good day at Flyball. I got to go Over 2 hurdles.  That’s better than going Over 1.  You have to run in between them so that you can go Over the 2nd one.  I like running fast so I like going Over twice with the running in between.&lt;br /&gt;I still hate that stupid pole but I sometimes now I will do it for my mum because we practise it at home and it seems to make her happy.  And when I do it right she lets me go in the tiny pool. &lt;br /&gt;Abbey and I have a great time in the pool, jumping in and out and getting our leads tangled up.  I wish she could come to my house to see my big pool.  I bet she’d like to chase rubber ducks in the big pool with me and Beazli.&lt;br /&gt;I showed Abbey how I can go Over 2 hurdles and she can do it too.  She’s great to play with at the playtime part of Flyball.  So is Kaos.  Missy chases me instead of the toys, but I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207980133660900?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207980133660900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207980133660900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207980133660900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207980133660900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-220106-today-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207978134112333</id><published>2006-07-05T15:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:49:38.673+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 15/01/06&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not so sure about Flyball any more.  My mum won’t let me do anything fun.  I want to run with all my friends and bark and join in when everyone is screaming and jumping and chasing their twirly things but she just makes me go Around that stupid white pole.  &lt;br /&gt;She asks me to sit in front of it so I sit. &lt;br /&gt;She shows me some food even though she knows I’m not hungry.  &lt;br /&gt;She makes me walk Around that pole for the food so many times I just get bored.  The only reason I keep doing it is that my new friend Abbey (a big Kelpie like Beazli) has to do it too.  So does Kaos but he doesn’t seem to care, he’s quite happy about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least we get to play properly at the end.  I can run until I’m tired before I have to get back into the Berlingo to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207978134112333?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207978134112333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207978134112333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207978134112333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207978134112333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-150106-im-just-not-so-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207971862956693</id><published>2006-07-05T15:38:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:49:16.443+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday 17/12/05&lt;br /&gt;Today my mum took me to the Christmas Party Park on my own in the Berlingo.  We played with the jingle bells for a while and then she wanted to go.  I didn’t.  So I just ran away from her and looked at things near the fence.&lt;br /&gt;She kept calling me, but I kept running away because I was having fun looking at things, smelling the ground, making her chase me.  I didn’t want to go home so early.&lt;br /&gt;Then she called out ‘Flyball!’ and that got my attention, I went to her straight away.  Why didn’t she tell me we were going to Flyball? I jumped into the Berlingo as quickly as I could, and then for a while I thought she had just tricked me because she didn’t drive to Flyball park.  We went to another new park where there were lots of small people - they’re called ‘children’ - all hopping up and down and squealing.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me all my Flyball friends were there too, otherwise I might have tried to run away.  My Flyball friends were doing a ‘demonstration’, which meant they got dressed up in strange costumes before they played Flyball.  While they were playing my mum made me go inside Missy’s little house because mum had to do ‘Box-loading’.  Later she told me she was very nervous because she’d never done it before, and all the dogs run so fast she made some mistakes.  Rosie gave mum a filthy look when she put the ball on the wrong side!&lt;br /&gt;After the demonstration was over my mum and her friend Debra took me on the lead for a walk to a place called The Wharf Woolloomoolloo.  They had a cup of coffee while I just watched heaps of people walking in the sun, dreaming of the day when I can be in a Flyball demonstration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207971862956693?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207971862956693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207971862956693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207971862956693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207971862956693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-171205-today-my-mum-took-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207960549638952</id><published>2006-07-05T15:36:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:48:21.656+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 11/12/05&lt;br /&gt;This morning my mum gave me and Beazli a swim in our pool.  I love swimming, it’s my favourite thing I think.  Mum throws some toys in the pool and then we jump in and catch the toys and have a race to the steps and get out and then we do it again, and again, and again.  Afterwards we lay on our beachtowel and have a bone.  If it’s very hot we usually sleep in the sun for a while.  But today mum and I went to Flyball straight after our swim.  &lt;br /&gt;So I got to do more splashing around in the water in the little Flyball pool.  And spinning on my harness and barking and lunging and going Over and Around the pole.  I know the names of some more of the people and the dogs at Flyball now.  There’s Elaine who has Phoebe and Taffy.  She has nice chicken.&lt;br /&gt;After Flyball we went home and got Beazli and then went to a new park for a ‘Christmas Party’.  There were heaps MORE new dogs and new people and everyone was just chasing and playing and eating sausages.  I got a new toy called a ‘jingle bells’ and ran around and around with it in my mouth trying to tell all the new dogs about Flyball.  The jingle bells is like a round Kong on a rope and it has a tinkly bell inside it.  I ran for two hours and then fell asleep in my mum’s lap.  After the morning swimming and the afternoon at Flyball and the night time at the Christmas Party I think I had the best day of my life today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207960549638952?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207960549638952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207960549638952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207960549638952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207960549638952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-111205-this-morning-my-mum-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207946919744384</id><published>2006-07-05T15:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:47:57.856+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 4/12/05&lt;br /&gt;Beazli came to Flyball today - he’s the other dog in my house. He’s much bigger than me, he’s 10 years old, and doesn’t like playing much - he gets grumpy if I climb on him or try to wrestle.  Beazli sat with my dad and watched everyone and howled which is really funny because I’ve never heard him howl at home.&lt;br /&gt;It was really hot and there was a tiny little pool with an umbrella that we were allowed to jump in.  That was more fun than the pole but I am starting to like going Over the white hurdle.  I keep watching everyone else and they get really excited before they go over the hurdles.  &lt;br /&gt;I think the most fun about Flyball is the pool and playtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207946919744384?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207946919744384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207946919744384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207946919744384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207946919744384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-41205-beazli-came-to-flyball.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207587344328678</id><published>2006-07-05T14:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-07-05T15:47:31.453+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 27/11/05&lt;br /&gt;We went to Flyball again today.  There were so many dogs and people and noise and barking and screaming I tried to join in by barking and spinning on my harness and chasing whenever anyone walked past.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time my mum tried to get me to sit down quietly instead.  But why do that when everyone else is making so much noise and doing so much running?&lt;br /&gt;She took me to that white pole again and tried to get me to do the boring thing.&lt;br /&gt;And once she took me to the white boards and stood on one side and asked me to jump Over it to her.  That’s easy so I did it.  But all the time I had my eye on everyone else running really fast.  As soon as I could I slipped backwards out of my harness and ran away to be part of the real fun.  &lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  Right away the man called Ian yelled at me and the other people chased me again, back to my mum who was just sitting calmly on the ground waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;She tried to make me calm too, but I just kept spinning on my harness and barking my head off.  After hours of that, we all got to play with a Kong, a bouncy thing on a rope.  Boy, that was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207587344328678?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207587344328678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207587344328678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207587344328678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207587344328678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-271105-we-went-to-flyball-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666610.post-115207086947913977</id><published>2006-07-05T13:10:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:33:42.033+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday 20/11/05&lt;br /&gt;I started Flyball today.  At first I was scared because I had never been with so many other dogs.  I’m 9 months old and I have  only been with my mum and dad for 3 months.  Before that.....before that was awful and I don’t want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;All the dogs at Flyball were big dogs (except for Kaos) who were doing something noisy with lots of loud barking running and jumping over white boards and screaming people waving long twirly things around.  I watched them all and after a while thought it might be fun to try.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting me join in the fun barking-running-screaming game, my mum and a big man called John tried to make me do something boring with a white pole.  I didn’t like it at all. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/ebbi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/200/ebbi5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one good part of the day, when the screaming people took away all the poles and the white boards and all of us dogs chased a ball.  My mum let me off my lead for the first time ever and Kaos played with me.  &lt;br /&gt;I thought I would take a look at other things outside the park we were in but when I tried to run outside the park a tall man called Ian yelled at me and then the other screaming people chased me too so I thought it would be a better idea to go to my mum.  &lt;br /&gt;I was VERY tired when we got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30666610-115207086947913977?l=flyballebbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/feeds/115207086947913977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30666610&amp;postID=115207086947913977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207086947913977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30666610/posts/default/115207086947913977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyballebbi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-201105-i-started-flyball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ebbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14530523176259814704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6981/3293/1600/200406ebbi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
