Potential for ONYX & no Hyenas

25 June 2010 Comments Off

We’re headed up to York, Pennsylvania for an exciting weekend full of flyball! But it’s not just any flyball tournament. This is the Coconut Classic Flyball Tournament. In my personal opinion it is the premier flyball tournament of all flyball tournaments. This is the exact tournament where my DH became the 2009 Dream Team Box Loader. It also happens to be our “anniversary” tournament. We started training (and being brain-washed into loving) flyball at this very tournament five (yes, I said FIVE) years ago. Of course it wasn’t for another two and change that our gorgeous Dalmatian, Magnolia, finally got the hang of it and debuted at the Blacksburg, Virginia tournament… but hey, everything can’t be perfect.

Well, this year should be extra special for a couple of reasons.

First, Magnolia is only 386 (short) points away from her ONYX title. And lest I spoil it, I’ll explain why the ONYX is so coveted in a later post. For now, just be satisfied with knowing that many dogs get to their ONYX on the brink of retirement. Magnolia has only been racing since 2007… 3 short years to be rocketed into Dalmatian Flyball Stardom.

Second, we will be camping… in a tent… which is something that I swore I would never do again. You see… the last time that I camped in a tent the likelihood of my being gutted and eaten by hyenas was in the 95% percentile. And frankly, I like the percentage of being gutted and eaten by hyenas to be lower than 0.01%. I know… I’m no fun, am I? For the record, DH will say that I’m being overly dramatic and that the percentage was probably only like 5% (still much higher than my ideal statistics), but I’ll bet my best friend Lauren will back me on this; Hyenas = scary + possibility of being eaten. So, this will be my first foray into camping after the last near death experience (yes, yes, DH… more drama). We will consider it a success if I don’t see a hyena. One of my coworkers has said that if I do happen to run into one of those looney, slobbery, hairy beasts (actually, I don’t know that they’re slobbery, but I would imagine that they would be salivating over how delicious my entrails would be after they removed them from my thoracic cavity) she would take me to dinner where ever I want to go.

Wish us luck! Luck to secure those last 386 points for Maggie’s ONYX… and luck that I get to keep my entrails free from the jaws of any wild Pennsylvania hyenas.

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