Trinket's Journal
March 25, 2006
One day away. One. One day. I couldn't believe it. All of the training I had been doing for the past 2 months had lead up to this. One day and I was through. One more day to survive. It was amazing to look back on my tug-of-war skills when I first began this to now. And after tomorrow, nothing else mattered. I was pumped. I was ready. One more day.
Rascal's Journal
March 25, 2006
I guess there are some days when you wish there wasn't a target on your back. I wish I could just be a normal tug-of-war participant like the other dogs. I had to accept being the one expected to win. But I had always been expected to win. And when you're a hardened hooligan like my self, you treasure victory. Don't think ahead, Rascal, I chastise my self. I'm not a tug-of-war fighter. I am a tug-of-war winner. And tomorrow I will become THE tug-of-war champion. Victory is all but assured.
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