A little bit o' bragging on my girl

We competed in the Doggie Olympics today (a benefit for the local Humane Society), and we brought home a medal. Scout made me very proud. She and I took third place in the "Obedience Baseball" event, where we had to perform a different command at each base as quickly as we could. She did awesome... even with a prego handler, my 12-year-old girl kicked ass (the other dogs were young and spry, but Scout knows how to be a good dog). It's the first time Scout and I have competed in any sort of contest, and it felt really good to do well... I almost got a bit teary, but that could be the whore-moans.

Dill competed as well, but it was, well, interesting. He took first in his heat in the "Doggie Dash" (a sprinting event where he had to run to Rick as quickly as possible), but in the finals, he took a little detour because there were too many distractions. I never said that Dill was as smart as his sister, but he tried. The dogs are lumps on the floor right now (Scout could hardly keep her eyes open while I tried to take the above picture)... Dill even got cranky toward the end of the day, since we had to wait for Scout to compete in her event. Typical two-year-old.

Sooooo much fun, and a lot of fresh air at the beach. I'm a bit sunburned, but I'm glad we did it because after we have a baby, it might be a while before we get to do something like this with our hairy children again.