Running someone else's dog...
What
happens when you have a really good agility dog but are unable to run it for one reason or
another - a broken leg, bad back or long term health problems, for instance. Do you forget
agility and go back to Obedience or do you give up altogether and become a complete couch
potato. Or do you look for someone else to run your dog for you. That's what Thelwyn Bateman
did. She asked someone from her club to run her dog and the rest is history. This is the
story of the 'borrowed' dog who ran for Britain!
Hi. I'm Cleevewood Henna of Wynbeck - Becky to my
friends. I am owned by Roy and Thelwyn Bateman and handled by Alan Disbery. That makes me a
'borrowed dog' and I proud of it. Over the last year I've overheard a lot of whispered comments
about running a borrowed dog. Well, I thought you would like to hear what really happened. This
is my side of the story.
It all started a little over 12 months ago when it looked
as if I would never be able to play in this game you humans call 'Agility.' My mum Thelwyn -
bless her - wasn't able to run with me any longer. Pity because a long time ago she used
to be a top-class international athlete. She ran for Great Britain in the World Cross Country
Championships and also on the track in the European Championships. (These are other games the
humans play.) But she has grown older and had to have her hips replaced so now she can't run
like she used to. Am I glad I've had my hips checked!
Of
course, I would have preferred my Mum to run me - what dog wouldn't, but she couldn't so she
did the next best thing... she found someone who could. Unfortunately, the first person she
found left the club. So I was left without a handler again. It made me sad because I enjoyed
meeting other dogs and their human friends. To quote you humans, I thought philosophically
'that's life' and that was that. At least, I still had my other human game called Obedience
which my Mum was actually quite good at it.
To cut a long story short, one day another human came to
my home. He was tall and dark with a bit of fur on his chin. I had seen this human before
playing the Agility game at club, and I thought that he was quite good. He stayed a while and
talked very seriously to my Mum and Dad. All the while, I was thinking, hmmm... this could be
interesting. To my delight, my Mum agreed to let me play with him.
It was strange at first
This new human in my life would come to my house and just talk with
my Mum and Dad. He would sit with me and tickle my ears and stroke me. I could stand any amount
of that. Show me a bitch who would like being petted! He was very patient. There wasn't any
rush, he said. And that's when I fell in love with him.
Now what was I saying? A week went by and then one day my
Mum and Dad took me down to the field where my doggy club trains. I thought 'Great. Here we
go!' We spent the next month, getting used to each other moving in and around the obstacles. My
sister and son came with us. It was such fun. Because it was only 'us,' I was able to
concentrate on what this new human wanted me to do.
He still came to my home as often as he could. I was
later to learn that this was called 'bonding' and was very important in our new relationship.
I was soon to learn that he had a completely different
way of doing this game. What a laugh! This new two-legged friend 'suggested' that while I was
with him doing this game HE would be in charge. Actually, that was okay with me. Between you
and me, I fancied him something rotten. Shhhh... you didn't hear me say that. It wasn't all a
bed of roses. My mum gave this new human permission to tell me off if I was naughty when we
were playing this game. Even so I was prepared to give him a chance, but apparently it wasn't
going to be as easy as that.
Unwritten
agreement
But first the humans wanted to set some 'ground rules' so there would
be no misunderstandings.
'Come on, come on, I thought, 'Let's get on with it. Dogs
just wanna have fun. You know what humans are like. Talk talk talk...yawn.'
There was the matter of who would pay the entry fees.
Would you believe that humans 'pay' to play this game. I'd do it for free! Happily money is not
an issue. My Mum and Dad, bless 'um, say that as I was their dog that they will be responsible
for all the expenses. Both my Mum and Dad always wanted to travel and what better excuse than
to watch me me me. They follow Alan and me everywhere.
My dad Roy is always playing with his video toy.
Personally, I would prefer a ball, but they didn't ask me. Dad claimed that he has never 'seen'
me run except through the window in this box. When we get home from a show, he plugs this
thingy into a box in the corner of the room and they all sit round it watching jump over the
obstacles. They say it was a whole lot better than some of the rubbish on the box these days.
My family gets to keep all my prizes, if you can call
those rosette things and trophies prizes. I prefer something tasty to eat , but you can't put a
dog biscuit on the mantle. Overall, I must say that everybody gets on well and seems very happy
with the arrangement. I certainly am!
Nothing has ever been written down - that's not the
British way. It's all a matter of trust and communication. I am lucky that my humans (all three
of them) have the same ambitions and ideas about their relationship.
HIS
way
As the weeks went by, my main problem was to try and understand Alan's ways of playing this
game. (That was this human's name.) He had his own special way of playing this game.
When I had done agility with other humans before, I got
into the habit of running faster than my handler, and occasionally I/they lost my/our way. Alan
said HE wanted to be in control. His way was to run with me at all times. Was this going to
turn into a race between the pair of us? What I didn't know at this stage of our relationship
was that Alan liked his dogs to pick up on his body movements and quick hand signals.
I am a clever dog and I worked hard. Though we fell out a
few times, Alan was very patient with me. Most importantly, he was very consistent which made
it easier for me. This is where I think that my Obedience training came in handy. I was still
doing it with Mum, and I was learning to listen, concentrate and watch. Now between you
and me, not all of my canine friends can do this. Anyhow, I wasn't going to let this
opportunity slip by. I was having too much fun!
We would be running round all those obstacles and, all of
a sudden, Alan would turn his back on me and expect me to understand what the hell he wanted me
to do next. I mean, what do you humans think we are - mind readers? It was a long time before I
was able to get my head around all this and read his body signals, but I was determined to
please my humans.
Moving
up
Time seemed to fly by. We had a few good runs at shows and
some mishaps but, overall I was beginning to run a lot faster and was enjoying this new way of
doing the game. During the winter months there weren't so many shows, so we couldn't really get
a good guide as to any improvement or not. When Alan first came into my life, I was what you
humans call a 'Novice' dog, I had been close to winning with my previous handler, but never
quite fast enough. But I had a canine feeling that it wouldn't be long.
We had our first Novice win in November but apparently I
had to get another win before I could move up a level. It wasn't going to happen over night;
there are so many good dogs out there.
Sure enough it happened at an Easter Show. I was now a
Senior. I know everybody was pleased. I got an extra Bonio that night.
I remember this competition up North which you humans
call a 'Qualifier.' I missed one obstacle out all together - just never saw it coming, but it
got me thinking. Who was to blame ? Was it me or could it have been (Heaven forbid!) Alan? I
was determined that it wasn't going to happen again. If I wanted to keep playing, I had to
concentrate better next time or there would be no next time! From now on I realised I would
have to run flat out and still keep one eye on Alan's signals. Wow!
I hope these humans appreciate what we dogs go through
for them. They only have to read numbers placed by the side of the obstacles. We have to do all
the work! - Perhaps they should teach us to read numbers?
Qualifying
for the Worlds
The next few weeks were going to change my life. Alan and Mum started talking about something
called the Agility World Championships in some faraway place that sounded like 'Dog Bone.'
Too soon the day of the trials came and what a day that
was! I have never seen Alan so nervous. How we did it I don't know, but we did it. Alan was
over the moon! And guess what. I got another extra Bonio that night. Woof woof.
With the trials behind us, there was still a lot of work
to be done if we wanted do ourselves justice at the championships. We used to travel to the
middle of nowhere to play with a very nice human called Iain. He helped us a lot. We trained on
this artificial grass that the humans call 'carpet.'
At first I didn't like it much. Neither did my friends
Diesel and Kyte. We had our feet sprayed with something to stop us from slipping. After a
while, we all become skilled at running on this slippery surface. I learned to trust Alan to
guide me round the obstacles accurately and calmly.
All the time, I was gaining more and more confidence in
our partnership, and we won some Senior events. I really tried hard to do as well as I could
for Alan and, of course, my Mum and Dad who had helped me so much.
Running
for Britain
What a trip that would turn out to be! Apparently I needed a doggy passport to go outside the
UK officially - another strange human idea. I had to travel with Alan and the team on a coach,
but I didn't mind because I knew that my mum and dad would be travelling out later to see me.
The big day finally arrived and with it the
Individual event. My mum and dad had been to see me and wished me the best of British luck.
Alan had been drawn early in the running order. There was so much noise when we walked
out into the arena together and so many humans watching that I thought S***. Alan, bless
him, whispered a few calming words in my ear - he was always doing that - and then we walked
quietly out to the start. There was more noise from all those people who had come to see me.
This was it.
Off
we went. The course was a little tricky, but nothing I couldn't cope with. Well, the rest is
history now, but I will never forget the roar of the crowd as we crossed the finish. My Alan
was pointing at the scoreboard. We had gone into the lead. Me and Alan were leading the world.
I didn't mind what happened now and although another dog - some Belgian from Finland - overtook
us, it couldn't take away the fact that we were second best in the world!
Alan had proved that, with the right training, a
'borrowed' dog could also be the best. Psst... don't tell these humans, but I had a lot to do
with it. I didn't know at the time but we had another chance to run in this big arena. Because
we had done so well the first time, we had to wait until everybody else had run. Well you all
know what happened so I won't go into that. I still feel a bit sad about it, but that's
life.
Back
to the subject of borrowed dogs, I hope you have enjoyed my little story. I know that if it
wasn't for Alan and my Mum and Dad that I wouldn't have a story to tell nor would I have been
able to enjoy all this fun. My life would be so boring. Without them, I would finished up like
the friends I meet down the fields during the week. All they do all the time is slowly trot
around with their owners. I don't know who looks more bored. They just don't know what they're
missing!
About the author...
Becky (Cleevewood Henna of Wynbeck) was born on 4 December
1997 in Yatton, Somerset, the result of a union between Roseanne of Cleevewood and Laetare
Master Class (Tdex).
She won out of Novice at Tunbridge Wells in May 2002 and
was first in Senior Agility and Senior Jumping at Donyatt in August 2002. In the same month,
she won the Senior Jumping class at The Agility Club show.
Becky is best know for her second place in Individual
Jumping class at the Agility World Championships 2002 in Dortmund. She and her 'borrowed'
handler Alan Disbery have also qualified for the Crufts Agility Final in 2003.
She is also proficient at Obedience and was first in
Novice Obedience at Potters Bar in July.
Becky lives in Warwickshire with her human Mum and Dad,
Thelwyn and Roy Bateman, her sister and son. She trains at Rugby DTC.
Photo credit: Roy Bateman, Clean Run Magazine, German WC web site
From
Pam Ellwood...
I don't run a borrowed dog, but my daughter does. In fact, she'll run anyone's, given half a
chance. A training session might see her running anything from a Weimaraner to a Corgi. She has
also promised to run a collie for one of our members who has just had a hip replacement
operation.
Our instructor had a dog that had somehow fallen through
the net in her typical multi-dog agility household. First her husband had run Penny for a
little while, but then became ill. Later, their young son, who officially owns her, ran her for
a little while but she had a terrible habit of running out of the ring, especially after food,
and he became disheartened.
Our instructor had enough dogs of her own to run so Penny
was retired for a time. She had potential but was never going to be a superstar and wasn't that
keen on agility anyway. Then about 18 months ago she mentioned to me that she was thinking of
asking if anyone in the club wanted to run Penny and I jumped at the chance on my daughter
Carrie's behalf. My motives weren't entirely unselfish - I hoped it would stop her pestering
for a dog of her own for a while.
Penny
was seven at the time and I don't think she had ever been placed, except in Juniors, and Carrie
was ten. Carrie worked very hard with Penny, even though she could only train her once a week,
and has been competing regularly with her, winning out of Elementary and coming 22nd in the
Starters table for the North in Agility Eye for the last year.
Not only that, she also came joint ninth with another
'borrowed' dog - my Ross, whom she now seems to have on permanent loan, since she handles him
much better than I do.
Carrie is now 12 and Penny is nine and still going
strong, even though she suffers from EPI, and looks to have another couple of years competition
in her, fingers crossed.
Thanks must go to our instructor for giving Carrie this
opportunity and for trusting us with her dog. What Carrie really wants, though, is a dog of her
own to train from scratch. She would really like a mini and we're going to have to work very
hard on her Dad to get him to agree.
We seem to be developing a tradition of borrowed dogs in
our club. Another instructor runs a Staffie for a member who has a bad back and another member
runs a collie/retriever cross for her owner, who is the same age as the queen, as she puts it.
(02/02/03)
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