My favorite story about Woody was when we were in Phoenix. We were at a NADAC show and the games ring was a mess. We were all waiting to run and the gate steward went ballistic. Too many dogs and no order. "Just tell me the height and the name of your dog." I bit my tongue, but I had to say it. "I have a 16 inch Woody." No one laughed. I thought it was pretty funny, but it was a testament to how intense agility people can get over the stupidist stuff.
Anyhoo. I moved the bars up this week to 16 inches for Shane and he cleared them with no problem. He still doesn't feel as skinny as I would like, but maybe he's just focussing a little better. A 16 inch Shane isn't quite as funny. Missing Woody.
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