It's not easy being a Team Captain. Trying to please everyone is extremely challenging. Sometimes you just want to throw the towel in, and sometimes something happens, a win, a time, a dog, or just camaraderie makes it all worth while. Today was the Rooky Racers last Flyball session of 2013. We had some fun racing between us all, cakes, pastries and a good chin wag. And then I got this poem afterwards written by one of our top Flyballers - a young lady just 10 years old. Someone who started as a shy 8 year old and became a confident experienced 10 yr old with her dog Lacey. I hope mum doesn't mind if I share her poem....
FLYBALL
Flyball dogs are fit and fast...
It’s all a blur as they go whizzing past
Up and down the flyball run
It’s plain to see they’re having fun.
Division 20 or division 1
Who cares as long as we’re having fun
Rain or shine not to worry
The dogs don’t care
Off they scurry
They hit the box and grab the ball
Get a good grip – don’t let it fall
Back they go one bounce, one jump
The adrenalin now starts to pump
The crowd will cheer
The people clap
One more win
Then it’s a wrap
After racing is over to end the event
Everyone gathers in the big tent
Faces light up in sheer delight
As rosettes are given and a red one’s in sight.
By Shannon Wright
Edited by Mum
FLYBALL
Flyball dogs are fit and fast...
It’s all a blur as they go whizzing past
Up and down the flyball run
It’s plain to see they’re having fun.
Division 20 or division 1
Who cares as long as we’re having fun
Rain or shine not to worry
The dogs don’t care
Off they scurry
They hit the box and grab the ball
Get a good grip – don’t let it fall
Back they go one bounce, one jump
The adrenalin now starts to pump
The crowd will cheer
The people clap
One more win
Then it’s a wrap
After racing is over to end the event
Everyone gathers in the big tent
Faces light up in sheer delight
As rosettes are given and a red one’s in sight.
By Shannon Wright
Edited by Mum
