<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:15:15.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a psycho flyball dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-9145956525361085409</id><published>2008-02-22T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:07:20.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what we did!!!!</title><content type='html'>guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i got to go to flyball last sunday for the first time in forever. it was so exciting to be back.&lt;br /&gt;missy, meadow and muskats mum got excited that we were back too. she was so happy that she took a picture straight away.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was funny. but i like pictures. i think they are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when we went out and i did my overs, i wanted to show everyone how well i had been practicing. and i did my overs perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;but wait. it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;i did almost all of my full runs perfectly. we worked out that if digger and sophies mum stands behind the bo and calls me, i don't have a brain fart and forget where to run. the only problem was when she didn't stop calling me at the last over,  and i forgot and tried to climb the box to get to her. it was a bit embarassing. but not to bad.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what also. my brother did his full runs aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, my great grandma is not very well, and mum is going to visit her at easter time. this means that we don't get to go to the easter show this year. i was excited about it, but somethings are just important. even more than flyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going to "kamden" though, i think thats what they called it. and that is in two weeks. this will be my brothers first real competition. hopefully we will both get our letters for our names. then we can say that we are real flyball dogs. it wouldn't really change anything, but it is still kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now because mum got home from working and looks like she needs a good lick in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-9145956525361085409?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/9145956525361085409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=9145956525361085409' 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mum's friend Sam's dog ran away. they are getting a pool and the big dusty work men left the gate open. and axle ran away. we were all very worried. sam called up my mum to tell her what had happened. they had searched for him for a whole half a day. if i had to do that much walking i would be exhausted. but i guess if my brother went missing i would walk that much to find him.&lt;br /&gt;on friday morning, me and mum went looking for him. we walked up to the big scary vet to tell them that axle was missing. then we walked all the way back. when we got home mum called sam to find out if axle had been found. and guess what. he was brought back on thursday night. i was so happy to hear that. apparently we walked all the way to "dullitch hill", because we wanted to get some ham from the shop that he likes. it was very silly of him and i hope he knows it. i hope his sister Lolly gave him a good talking to. thats what i do to my brother when he runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday my flyball friends went to do flyball in a big scary competition, but we didn't go. mum had to work and she also said that i needed a bit more practice before she spends her pocket money on a comp again. i hope my psycho friends had fun at the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next real comp will be at the easter show, which is in march. that means that i have about 8 weeks to practice. i just have to remember that even though my squeaky is with mum, i need to go and get the ball and trade it with her before i get it. it's hard to remember. especially with all the noise and dogs barking and everything. we have a practice just for fun competition before the easter show. so hopefully i can be all ready by then.&lt;br /&gt;also guess what. my brother beau is coming to the easter show as well. he is so fast. he doesn't worry about going away from mum to get the ball, he just forgets to bring it back sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-8993532759749449254</id><published>2008-01-23T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T14:17:44.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of noise and bikes and everything</title><content type='html'>hi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was alot about bikes. on thursday, grandad took my mum up to the shops, and she bought us A TRAILER!!! it is so exciting. mum used to ride her bike with me in a bag on her back,  but when we got beau we couldn't do that safely. we couldn't go to the park unless grandma or grandpa took us in the car. the trailer will be so cool. but it was made for babies, not big doggies like us, so mum had to put in a new floor etc.&lt;br /&gt;on friday, mum took us for a walk into the shops area of ashfield with sam to take her bike to be fixed. i was a little scared of all the noise again, but after a while i got heaps better at being a brave little girl. i couldn't get my tail to wag, but it wasn't in between my legs anymore. which was good.&lt;br /&gt;on monday, mum took grandpa's bike up to be fixed. he is doing alot of exercise, and i've noticed that there is a bit less of him. which apparently is a good thing because there is a bit to much of him. later on on monday, mum got a call saying that he bike was fixed. so again she went up to the bike shop. he bike "actually changed gears properly now". gears are i think the things which make funny noises on the big wheels.&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, mum and grandma went up the the hardware shop to get some things for our trailer. i'm not allowed in the hardware shop because mum says that i mught cut my feet or get squashed by something heavy. mum came home with a big piece of wood about 10 times the size of me, a piece of flat string with a buckle, some funny looking nail things, and a bag with some new 'chizzels' in it.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was very loud. as soon as it wasn't to early, mum started making alot of noise in the backyard. she was hitting the chizzels into  the big piece of wood until it made some rectangles in it. and she sawed and she chizzeled, until... she had made a new floor. it fitted perfectly. the rectangles arn't finished yet though. they need to be a little bit bigger.&lt;br /&gt;mum also has to fiz the fence at the front or the house, because my brother keeps trying to go running when he is not allowed to. i bark at him and tell him not to, but he does it anyway. sometimes i wonder if boys actually have brains at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to go because mum isn't making noise anymore and needs a good snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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everything'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-1457544970112019316</id><published>2008-01-18T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:03:53.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see.</title><content type='html'>hi everybody.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i havn't written in a long time. my mum was in germany and i don't know how to turn the computer on on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has been happening since i last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;i went to another competition. it was the twilight comp. it started in the middle of the day, then went till very very late at night.&lt;br /&gt;i said to myself, this time i am going to get it right. but when i got there, i just completely forgot what i was supposed to do, and didn't leave my mum to go and get the ball. my friend ebbi had a talk to me and said that i am not allowed to give up. she said that that very day, marked the two year mark of her being a psycho, and that even though it may take ages to get it right, that it will happen, and that i'm not allowed to give up. i reckon, if ebbi didn't give up, then i'm not going to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed my mum while she was away. the family went on a holiday, and when they got back, i looked and looked for mum, but she just wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when mum got home, i could hardly believe my eyes. she was back. me and my brother were so happy that we didn't run up and down the hallway going crazy. we just sat on her and licked her face and snuggled, wagging our tails until we could wag no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something very exciting came when mum got back.&lt;br /&gt;mum bought a trailer to go behind her bike wheel machine that she calls a byk, so that she can take me and beau to the park and to flyball, even she grandma and grandpa can't drive us in the car. she still has to make it it doggy friendly and get the things for stopping fixed on her byk before we can go anywhere. but it is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go for a ride in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-1457544970112019316?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/1457544970112019316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=1457544970112019316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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runs and i even did one with my team. and i did it properly too.&lt;br /&gt;after a while though i got a bit tired and it got hard to listen to my mum when she said things.&lt;br /&gt;i got to show off my new harness though. i reckon i looked very spiffy, like a real flyball dog with letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mate jack did some full runs aswell. i am very proud of him. but jack somehow managed to go all the way to a full run ithout doing his big overs over all the 8 jumps. so he is learning that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beau is getting good at catching the ball straight out of the box. but he got a bit tired yesterday and kept getting distracted. he is getting good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lucy, wow. lucy is a different dog that she was when i first met her. before she was scared all the time, barked at people is you came near her, and she would run and hide if anything went past quickly. now she is really happy to be at flyball. her tail is wagging and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to have another go at fulls runs at a comp. only 18 days left!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-6196852606514042475?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/6196852606514042475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=6196852606514042475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/6196852606514042475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/6196852606514042475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-team-psycho.html' title='go team psycho'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-5847745103494057721</id><published>2007-10-27T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:56:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow what a week.</title><content type='html'>i have had a big week this week. firstly last sunday, we said good bye to my mate mocha and his mum susan. we are all going to miss you very very very much. it's going to be alot quieter without mocha, and with him gone the average dog height has gone up alot, which makes me look even shorter. i really hope they both come back and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, on monday, mum went away to music camp. she packed up some clothes, her sleeping bag, and her trumpet, which i love singing to alot. i wonder if all the people at music camp like singing to it as much as i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mum was away for 4 whole days and three whole nights. i missed her sooooo much that i didn't feel hungry for 2 days. than i remembered that she was coming back soon and i ate my dinner all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while mum was gone, a package arrived. i didn't know what was in it. and i really really wanted to know. packages are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when mum got back and opened the package, it had two, brand spanking new, bright purple, FLYBALL HARNESS'.&lt;br /&gt;they are so cool and they arn't big and bulky like my "in the car" harness.  they fit me so well and it makes my look really really REALLY fast, like the really good flyball dogs. &lt;br /&gt;there was one for me and one for my brother. the nice lady who made them for us even put my letters on it. C. O. C. O. and my brothers letters aswell. B. E. A. U. she did that so that mum could tell which one is which. i think they are so cool and i can't wait to show everyone at flyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to have to wait another week.&lt;br /&gt;my flyball friends are at a competition this week in canberra i think. it was too far for us to go aswell and plus some of mine and mums people friends are getting confirmed this weekend (which is saying that you love god in front of a whole lot of people) which is a very big thing and mum wants to be there to support them on their big day.even though i didn't get to go to the competition this weekend, i am going to get to go to one really soon. and ithink that this time i will remember what to do. my friend ebby's mum gave my mum a great piece of advice. and then my mum worked out how to get me to concentrate really really well. she got my squeaky.&lt;br /&gt;i love playing with my squeaky. i only get to play with my squeaky when i am a good girl and concentrate realy really hard. it's so much easier not to get distracted from my "over over over overs" and my "get the ball" when i have my squeaky to keep me focussed. maybe this time i'll get some points, or maybe even some letters to add to my name. mum says that the letters don't make alot of difference and that she loves me even if i never get any letters at all, but the letters mean that you have ben a very gpood girl and did the whole flyball perfectly in front of a whole lot of people. the letters just count how many times you have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to go now. mum is home from work and needs a snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-5847745103494057721?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/5847745103494057721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=5847745103494057721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/5847745103494057721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/5847745103494057721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-what-week.html' title='wow what a week.'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-2510159514407091061</id><published>2007-10-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:20:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>i didn't get to go to flyball again today because my mum got very very sick. (atleast she didn't have to go to hospital like my friend alex who is lots better now yay!!!)&lt;br /&gt;she wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything, &lt;br /&gt;me and my brother were looking after her though. everytime she was sick again, we would run up and down the corridor until grandma came and looked after her. grandma said. "wow they actually know that you are sick". a duh. we are crazy not stupid:P :P&lt;br /&gt;even though i missed going to flyball again, i think it's fair enough. mum was really really not up to it. and she said that even if she could go, she would make all my people friends at flyball sick aswell. and that wouldn't be very nice at all.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i have to miss flyball. i don't get to see all my friends get better and idon't get to say hooray when they do something geat. like my mate jack did his first full run. and i didn't know about it until my mate ebbi told me about it. but it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she was feeling better, my mum made a flyball box. well........ not really a flyball box. it is an old chair put on the ground upside down with a piece of wood on it. but i can still go round and get the balll on it. she is going to us it for practise and for when we cant go to flyball with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was a bit funny that alot of my friends who couldn't go to the "boorowa" (i'm not very good at spelling) comp and play docters and nurses in the parade, got to play real doctors and nurses. like when me and beau had to snuggle my mum and get gandma when she got sick, and my friends ebbi, molly and big connor had to play doctors and nurses when they went to the REAL hospital to visit alex and her sick eye. atleast everyone is feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;there is a bug in the orner and well, duty calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-2510159514407091061?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/2510159514407091061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-6211796235994177784</id><published>2007-10-03T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:59:35.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a big week</title><content type='html'>we had a HUGE week this week.&lt;br /&gt;last thursday mum turned 16. she had a good time on her birthday, but she had to go to skool all day.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, mum went away to a thing called "black stump" with her youth group at church. she said it is a big music festival. i i think she had alot of fun. i would have. i like music. particularly the violin and trumpet. i would have run around singing very loudly and having lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;when mum came back from black stump, she was very very dirty and smelly :P&lt;br /&gt;but the next day she had to go camping again for her "jewkes" hike. she was very tired when she got back last night. but she missed us so much that she took is for a walk when it cooled down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;it was really hot yesterday. we were emptying our water bowl almost every half hour. mym ordered our brand spanking new harness' today. before i was scared about them, but now i am excited about getting my own "ready ready ready" harness.&lt;br /&gt;all the doggies who can put letters next to their names have them, and i think it giives them super powers because they go really really really fast and hardly ever drop the ball. wow. that will be me one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-6211796235994177784?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/6211796235994177784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-37597709962333023</id><published>2007-09-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:05:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what i did!!!</title><content type='html'>guess what i did on sunday at flyball!&lt;br /&gt;i did my runs with another dog... and i did them properly.&lt;br /&gt;i am really starting to get this whole putting my "over over over overs" and my "round get the ball" together thing.&lt;br /&gt;it was really cool. now that i know what i am supposed to do properly, now i can focuss on going really really fast.&lt;br /&gt;mum said that am actually starting to pull when i wait to run, so now i am getting a harness.&lt;br /&gt;next week they are going to work out some numbers and out them on a piece of paper to send to the harness lady, who will make me and my brother a flyball harness.&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate wearing a harness. but my friend ebby let me borrow hers, so i can get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;nnow i don't think they are so annoying anymore. particularly because when i put it on, it means that i get to play, or go for a walk, or even do some flyball in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend cleo did a full run on her own on sunday, and even brought the ball back the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;i am very proud of her. mum says that rob must be feeding his dogs something strange because both cleo and zeus learned really really fast. but we all know she is really happy for them aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-37597709962333023?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-4523958249522475254</id><published>2007-09-01T23:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:19:47.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow that was awesome</title><content type='html'>i am sooooo tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;we just got back from kioloa and i had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do too well at the leaving my mum to go over over over over though. it was all the noise. i got too excited and couldn't focus at all. mum says it's ok though and that i'll get it eventually. some of my mates told me some funny stories about their first time at a flyball comp. like my friend kaos, when he first did a run, he ran over the big line in the middle and got a yellow card. and my mate maverick, he got so exited by all the people that he ran over to say hello to them and compleatly forgot about the race. he he. i guess even the bestest flyball dogs have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;the beach was fiun though. we got to run and jump and swim. i'm even not scared of the water anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and my brother beau got to go in the beginners competition and he did reallt well. and we both got a new frisbee... EACH...&lt;br /&gt;t was so fun, and maybe next time i'll be able to get thew race right.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am on my last legs at the moment and have to go and sleep before i fall asleep typingggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-4523958249522475254?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/4523958249522475254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=4523958249522475254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/4523958249522475254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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got to run as the last dog, but mostly as the third.&lt;br /&gt;i did get a bit confused though, but only when i got a bit tired and when i really needed a wee.&lt;br /&gt;i got to run with my mates digger, maverick,and chloe. jess is also on the team but we are taking turns. jess doesn't like me very much when she is on the lead. i don't know why but she never has. but i don't hold it aganst her. i do that on the lead too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kioloa is in exactly 6 days. i am so excited and so is mum. it is going to be so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-5278425915996153132?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/5278425915996153132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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which means that i didn't get to go to flyball again.&lt;br /&gt;it was so boring. i had to stay inside all afternoon because in the morning we got all wet and muddy and sorta kinda ran up and down the hallway and sorta kinda jumped on the couch. mum dried us off and we wern't allowed to go outside except when we needed to "go".&lt;br /&gt;it was sooooo boring. and one of the worst bits was that i didn't get to practise for when we go to kioloa. what if i forget how to do my "over over over overs", or if i forget that there is a ball in the big scary box that i need to get. that would be so embarassing infront of all those scary people. mum says that she doesn't mind though. that she just wants me to have fun, and that if i do well, then it's a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;but there are all these things i have to remember. like to take the ball all the way back to mum, and to go "over over over over" all the jumps, and not to run over the big line in the middle. mum says that if i do that then i'll won't be allowed to race for a while.&lt;br /&gt;my friend ebby says that it is scary the first few times, but that it gets easier. just look at her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com.au/sydneypyschos/Rr6an7w5DdI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/X8lFqvhpsQo/DSC_8680-1.JPG?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh3.google.com.au/sydneypyschos/Rr6an7w5DdI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/X8lFqvhpsQo/DSC_8680-1.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just have to ignore all the big scary people on the sides and just listen to your mum (or dad).&lt;br /&gt;i really hope it doesn't rain next weekend so i can have some more practice before kioloa. just to make sure i know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;kioloa is going to be so cool. we get to stay in a tent and everything.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, must be off. there is a fly in the corner that requires chasing. duty calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-580295610907021877</id><published>2007-08-06T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:45:18.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow i am so excited</title><content type='html'>guess what guess what guess what!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;on the 31st of april, we are going on a holiday. but it's not just any holiday.&lt;br /&gt;we are going to a place called kioloa. and you havn't heard the best bit yet...&lt;br /&gt;i get to go in a comp.&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;me, my brother beau, my mum, and my grandpa are coming to kioloa.&lt;br /&gt;we are going to have to get mum from skool early to get there on time, which will make mum happy because she has to stay at skool until 4:00 on fridays. mum says that staying at skool until 4:00 on a friday is cruel and annoying. but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;on sunday i did my over over over's perfectly and apparantly my "get the ball is getting a bit better. i actually caught it from the big scary box before it flew out and away. maybe thats why everybody calls it flyball.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now because mum and i have to go to bed. mum has skool tomorrow and it's my job to lick her in the face to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-580295610907021877?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/580295610907021877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=580295610907021877' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com.au/sydneypyschos/RqhNvLw5CBI/AAAAAAAAFqM/DJv3SNhYFdE/P7210208.JPG?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.google.com.au/sydneypyschos/RqhNvLw5CBI/AAAAAAAAFqM/DJv3SNhYFdE/P7210208.JPG?imgmax=800" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey again.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get to go to flyball last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;because all my flyball friends were away in "ALLBREE" (or something like that) racing.&lt;br /&gt;and this wasn't just any comp, it was my mate mocha's first time racing in a team. he must have been so excited to do all his over' and his get the balls. i bet they all had so much fun. i wasn't allowed to go to "ALLBREE" because mum said it's too far away for us to go at the moment, so i have to wait untill september:( but it's worth it. mum says my leg is almost back to normal so have been allowed to run and jump and play just like i used to. even do my "round get the ball" on the big scary box,( although i'm not scared of it anymore). i'm still having abi of trouble getting it in my wouth before it flies out and away. i'll get it eventually though.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-2027859122282777103?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/2027859122282777103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=2027859122282777103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/2027859122282777103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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and my "get the ball" was especially fun. big scary ian said i did so well that he's going to put me into a comp in august. i was so happy that i was brave enough to go up to him and give him cuddles. i've never had the courage to do that before. except the only problem was that i did it when i was supposed to be doing my "over over overs":P.&lt;br /&gt;but something sad happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;my mate chloe ate a pear seed and it got stuck in her.&lt;br /&gt;and whats worse, is that even though the vet was able take it out, her mum and dad had just bought a new house and had no money for the operation.&lt;br /&gt;the vet has going to have to send her to flyball heaven.&lt;br /&gt;but all the people at flyball couldn't bear to lose chloe so they sent her to our vet friend and the people at flyball paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;i am sooooo happy that chloe is getting better.&lt;br /&gt;if the vet hadn't fixed her then i would have missed her sooooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;i i can't wait untill she is better and back making wierd noises with me at flyball.&lt;br /&gt;and also, my brother beau is up to doing "round" on the box. he is so brave, he isn't scared of the loud noise it makes at all.&lt;br /&gt;i am so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-5762976193423144379?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/5762976193423144379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=5762976193423144379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/5762976193423144379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/5762976193423144379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/2007/07/over-over-over-again.html' title='over over over again'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-7543377212500725938</id><published>2007-07-09T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:43:41.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hows that for unfair</title><content type='html'>you'll never gues what hapened.&lt;br /&gt;after i got all excited about being able to do flyball again...&lt;br /&gt;it's had the nerve to rain.&lt;br /&gt;and because of it mum didn't bother taking me to the vet to have my leg okayed.&lt;br /&gt;it really sucks. i was looking forward to it so much, and now i have to wait another whole week.&lt;br /&gt;and even worse. it's wet. so i can't go running outside because mum says that i'd gt mud all over the house and then she would have to clean it up. and i wouldn't want to do that to her.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-7543377212500725938?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/feeds/7543377212500725938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5510525891493119132&amp;postID=7543377212500725938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/7543377212500725938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510525891493119132/posts/default/7543377212500725938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoflyball.blogspot.com/2007/07/hows-that-for-unfair.html' title='hows that for unfair'/><author><name>coco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056573292605052748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.sydneypsychos.com.au/web_images/newcoco.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510525891493119132.post-5220180585845602943</id><published>2007-07-04T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:41:34.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is coco and i'm a jack russel terrier.&lt;br /&gt;i live in sydney with my brother beau, and my mum and her family.&lt;br /&gt;i also live with a cat but i don't like him very much.&lt;br /&gt;i am four years old and i love to run.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i love flyball so much. i get to run and jump and go really fast. i am almost up to going to a comp.&lt;br /&gt;but recently i kinda did something stupid and jumped of a very high verandah and hurt my leg.&lt;br /&gt;i havn't been able to do flyball for 8 whole weeks. it's so boring sitting at home on sunday afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. mum says that if when we go to the vet on friday, he says i'm ok again, then i get to go to flylball on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to go now. i think there is a fly moving in the corner that i must go and catch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510525891493119132-5220180585845602943?l=cocoflyball.blogspot.com' alt='' 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