... but then, with jerryricelike (!) concentration, she stays on the disc ... and hauls it in!
Woo-hoo! Nice work! All right, Muddy, let's finish it off with the deep slant:
For the touchdown! Right on, dog! So now you must be thinking, "That dog's got some quality mitts ... er ... jaws," eh? Hey, she'll tell you (the showoff) -- you'd be right!
OK, then -- after about 6 hours or so of hard charging in the hot sun, even Muddy gets a little tired, so I'll let her lie down. That'll do! Happy birthday, dog ... it's Miller time!
All pictures: Muddy at 1 year (7/18/99), about 38 lbs; Cumberland school, Sunnyvale CA
WARNING: You are about to enter a site of shameless self-promotion. You are about to see the realization of all we dreamed we could be. You are about to ask yourself, "Can I stand to see more dog? Can I stomach more Colin schtick?" But how can I help myself? Here she is -- blazing across the grass, jets on, mouth open, and concentrating. On what, you say? Well, what did you expect? A frisbee dog needs a frisbee; and a frisbee dog owner (not to mention said dog herself) need to show off! So welcome to Muddy's first birthday, where we went back to the old school to show the folks a little fetch. So Muddy -- you gonna catch it or what?
