My Dogs FAILED at Being Athletes! đ¶đ đ
It all started with one little comment during breakfast: âWe should get the dogs into shape!â Roo, the youngest of my two Golden Retrievers, had just zoomed straight into a pile of laundry and passed out. Teddy, the older and supposedly wiser one, was sprawled belly-up on the couch like a retired athlete whoâd given up years ago.
So I decided it was time for a “Dog Olympics.” The plan? A backyard agility course, a mini fetch marathon, and even a silly synchronized trick challenge. I set everything upâhula hoops, cones, tunnels, and even a tiny podium made from overturned laundry baskets. It was going to be glorious. Spoiler alert: it was not.
Event #1: The Tunnel Dash.
Roo ran on top of the tunnel instead of through it. Teddy? He walked halfway in, realized it was dark, backed out, and took a nap in the shade.
Event #2: Fetch Frenzy.
I threw the ball. Roo chased it⊠but never came back. She found a butterfly halfway and spent ten minutes twirling in circles. Teddy just watched like, âSheâll figure it out.â
Event #3: Synchronized Tricks.
The goal was to get them to sit, spin, and high-five in unison. Instead? Teddy sat. Roo spun. Then they both decided it was snack time and ran to the treat jar.
By the end of the day, the only thing athletic about them was how fast they could ignore instructions. But hereâs the thing: we laughed until our sides hurt. Roo tackled the hula hoop like it was a wild animal. Teddy tried to balance on the podium and rolled right off in slow motion. It was an absolute failure⊠and an absolute blast.
So no, my dogs didnât earn any medals that day. But they did win gold in âMaking Life Hilarious.â