Me and him are humming different tunes.

When Gustavo has it together, it’s like he’s Jay-Z and I’m Beyonce and we’re like Bonnie and Clyde and we’re running and he’s turning and it’s one big crazy love fest of dog agility.

But you know what Beyonce says. Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, uh oh uh oh uh oh, uh oh. Uh oh.

When Gustavo has it not so together, it’s sort of like how he was at Power Paws last night. I’m Wilma Flinstone and he’s Gilligan and we’re not even in the same Pleistocene era. He has bellbottoms, I have wooly mammoths. I have lead outs, he is fiddling around and up and down on his startline. I am running next to weave poles, he’s in the tunnel.

Our class was still fun. Otterpop loves going to Power Paws and being in a class, and last night I was wishing I could just do every run with her. And I had a super fun time running my agility pal Ellen’s dogs. It wasn’t that fun for poor Ellen, she had a sore knee and had to sit in a chair, but I love running agility with anybody’s dogs that will run with me.

I don’t know if Gustavo had fun. He liked looking at some leaves in the grass. And scratching a new hole in the door to his crate. He liked going in the tunnel and running down the dogwalk. He had some good moments. But something just seemed off in his brain all night. He is talking with the aliens again, and everything’s in a language that I’m not getting. All I can do is keep trying to retune his frequency.