Some people know the days of the week because it says so on their underwear.

Last night was Tuesday. I know this because I drive up and over the mountain and back for late night agilty with Nancy and Jim. There’s a lot of decel up there on the mountain. Last night, I will report all dogwalk contacts, all the time.

It’s easy to remember when it’s Tuesday, it’s the day after Monday which is my day off and when I practice the dogwalks and drills dujour up in the forest.

Tuesday comes before Wednesday, which is Dirt Nite, when I teach agility then run dogs in Rob’s late class. Might run my dogs, my friends might run my dogs, i might run friend dogs. We all run fast.

Thursdays, there’s no agility. Could this be right? It’s a good thing. Need to wash up from Dirt Nite. And sit down and rest my feet.

On Fridays, there might be a little bit of agility on the way to work. Just enough time to squeeze in some running dogwalks. Tight turns. We work fast. We’re late for work.

On Saturdays, after work, there’s tervgility at Rob’s house. It’s like agility, except only with speeding fast Tervs.

And Sundays, maybe some champion practice with my champion pals. And my champion dogs. In broad daylight. Not at the crack of dawn. Not in the dark. Civilized agility, with crazy hard courses.

Then, just like that, before you know it, it’s Monday again. And the whole thing, starts all over again.