Eagerly we woke up to the alarm clock this Sunday morning with plans to take Sam to Piedmont Park to see the Annual Skyhoundz Canine Disc World Championship. As I was feeding Sam a long face came into the bedroom and Bill sadly told me that the weather forecast said it was going to rain all day today. According to Bill that was it, no super furry animal antics for us today. I said “NOOO!” I did not care one jot what the forecast predicted. We had put frisbee dogs on the calendar and so frisbee dogs we must see! It wasn’t raining outside yet so maybe the rain would hold off until at least the afternoon, besides a bit of water wouldn’t hurt us. With Bill grumpy and protesting I dragged him out of the house and into Midtown.
As expected when we got there parking was horrible. Unbeknownest to us there was also some sort of marshalled run going on and the car park was already full. The only available space anywhere near where we wanted to be was terribly small and every searching driver drove past it unwilling to attempt the squeeze. Although the space looked at me and laughed and jeered, thankfully Bill is an awesome parker and, laughing back, he brazenly tamed it. Hoorah!
With Sam secure in his chariot, across the road we trotted and gleefully we parked ourselves to watch the competition. I was surprised to find that we were among a mere handful of people who had ventured out to see the event. It was dead on ten when we arrived, and although that was the time the dogs were supposed to start, the competition was obviously already well under way and we just caught the end of what looked to be the big dogs competing for distance and accuracy.
No worries though as there was plenty more disc action to come as the miniature freestyle division took to the pitch. This competition was judged on style and presentation as much as actual disc catching accuracy. This was hilarious and terribly camp as every dog performed to his or her own theme song with the owners livening up the acts by introducing acrobatic moves of their own. Little dogs leapt and twisted, rolled and played dead, got spun around by their teeth and tumbled through the air in choreographed disc catching routines. Each dog seemed to be better than the last and it was so much fun to watch as the tricks escalated in difficulty and novelty.
Eventually we were joined on the grass by Alyssa, Chris and their four month old son Lucas. They had had trouble parking and the poor things had had to walk a fair distance to get there. I kept my fingers and toes crossed that the rain would hold off as we were having a grand time but it was not to be. Merely a couple of dogs after our friends arrived the heavens opened. At first we lingered hoping it was just a brief shower and that it would soon pass, but lightning and thunder then put in an appearance and drove us scurrying back to our car and calling it a day. Such a shame. Still, I’m so glad we did at least make it to the competition for what turned out to be a grand full hour of canine craziness.
I did feel sorry for Alyssa and her family though as we got soaked just racing across the road back to Perdie and not only had they practically just got there, they had a long way to walk back to their car. We couldn’t even offer to give them a lift if we could all fit into Perdie because Lucas wouldn’t have had a car seat. I needn’t have felt so bad though because I found out the next day that they “passed the tents where the dogs and trainers sat, and these very nice older ladies from Indiana saw that we had a baby and yelled, “You guys come stand in here so your baby doesn’t get wet!” We were like OK! It was so very nice of them! We got to wait it out untill the rain stopped, and then watched a few more dogs. They started doing pairs freestyle, which was super cute, it was two trainers and one dog, who were all dressed alike.” Phew!
Apparently the championships are held in Atlanta every year so now I can’t wait ’til the next one. Next year hopefully the weather will be better and as we’ll know what to expect we can even bring a picnic and have a lovely day in the park watching the dogs.
Oh, and I just read that there was even a three-legged dog competing last weekend! Good dog!