So Laev and I are running off the protection field, a sleeve clutched proudly in Laev’s mouth. About halfway back to the distant car (Schutzhund is good for my waistline), Laev steps on the dangling sleeve leash, jerking her head down. I see her trip and manage to avoid her as she plants her head firmly into the ground. She rolls over the top of her head and down her spine, completing a beautiful somersault, and comes up with her own momentum, looking slightly startled but still firmly clutching the sleeve. Then, almost without missing a stride, she continues on to the car, proudly carrying her sleeve despite its attempt to escape her.
Silly dog. 🙂