Bake me a cake as fast as you can......

I know, that doesn't make sense without me telling you the whole story :)

This past weekend we headed west to the February Deep Freeze Disc Series. There was a disc trial on both Sat and Sun. I heard my mom telling my dad that I only needed 2 more Q's and I would get 2 titles! I was pumped and could easily do it but then.....

We get there early Sat morning and all I could think about what was, my tummy is growling! My dad and I go out for our first round and what do I see before me but Flour!! Now, tell me, what is flour used for...that's right, making cakes (see where this is going). So, I just couldn't help myself (remember, my tummy was growling) so I took off on dad to get some flour and planned to come right back. I finally felt a tug on my collar and realized that I forgot about playing. He threw the disc for me and of course I caught it, I am a disc dog you know. That was the practice one so we start the round and I catch the first disc and then on my way back to dad, the flour calls my name..."Baxter, eat me! eat me!"...whats a Border Collie to do? So I start eating some more of the flour real fast, so that I can get back to dad but then the next thing I know, he has me by the collar and we are leaving the ring! What the heck happened, it surely wasn't a minute already? Both mom and dad didn't seem pleased :(

The next round I tried my best to pay attention to dad. Mom had worked me before going in to get my attention and I was ready to play. I just took one quick lick of the flour and then did 3 great catches over 30 yards, yeah! we get a Q. So then dad throws one more in the time allowed but I just missed it off my nose, he seems real happy with me anyway. He calls me to leave the ring and then it hits me...I need to poop! I can't wait, I have to go right now! So I squat and hear all these people calling my name, like can't they wait!?! So I finish my business and man do mom and dad seem annoyed with me. I hear mom say something about not getting the Q, woops. I then hear someone laugh and say that "he was eliminated for eliminating" not really sure what that means but I didn't really think it was funny!

We then head off to play in the hotel for the night. It was a great room with lots of room to run around. I get to lay on the bed and chew on a nice chewie.

Sunday morning we head off to the disc trial. I had every intention of being a good boy this time. I won't eat flour, I won't eat flour...this is what I keep telling myself. So we head into the ring (we are the 3rd team to go) and what is glowing big and white and tasty? right there in front of me! Maybe I can just have a quick lick! ok, that was good, maybe another quick one. Uh oh, here comes dad...look there is another line of flour about 5 yards away, I can get to that one. Lick, lick, lick...oh god this is so good but here comes dad! The 20 yard line looks scrumptious! I run out to that line, it is just perfect! The flour is about 3 inches tall and 3 inches wide...mmmmmmmmm. I run along the line licking staying away from dad. Then I find a huge pile and start to devour it but put my guard down only to realize a minute later that I am being picked up by dad and walked out of the ring! Now, have you ever heard anything so embarrassing in your life? And the judge is over there laughing!! The nerve of the humans in my life. What is a skinny red dog to do?!

For some reason we don't go in for our second round and end up leaving to come home. I felt kind of bad that I didn't get to play/eat another round. I heard dad say that he was really glad we went away for 2 days to get 7 points, woops. Oh well, next time.