LOL poor Pepper. We took her to the lake.
She fell in.
Three times.
People keep asking if I'm going to train Pepper in agility. I could - it would take a while... maybe a long time... and the end result would be... what? A dog who probably wouldn't even enjoy competing. A dog who would be susceptible to being spooked in the ring by just about anything. A teeter that moves in a slightly unexpected way. A judge wearing a weird hat, or sunglasses, or just whatever Pepper decides is scary that day. Couldn't show her under any male judges, that's for sure. And God forbid a guy shows up and is, say, in the ring bar-setting. And what about all the other people and dogs around?
I don't take Pepper out very much because I can't control the environment I take her out into. And she is a faaaaar different beast than Payton, who can immediately shift from "What's THAT weird thing?" into "IT'S SOMETHING TO TRAIN WITH YAY!!!"
I want to train her, but I don't, because I don't think she'll enjoy it, and I don't want to selfishly put her into a situation she won't enjoy just because *I* want to play agility with her. I kept her knowing she would probably be better off in a quiet, one-dog home, possibly with a nice older lady. But *I* wanted Pepper. And sometimes I have a hard time believing she would legitimately be better off with anybody else anyway, because as much as she is MY girl, so too am I HER girl. So that selfish move, well, I've obviously decided that was the right choice.
But basically forcing her into sports? I just don't think I can make that move and pass it off under any kind of lies about how it's truthfully better this way.