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I have a sister. Her name is Tequila. She is a red Shar-Pei and she has just turned two, which she seems to think is a perfectly acceptable age to interfere with everything I am doing.

Today was hoopers training. For those who don’t know hoopers, there are hoops, tunnels and barrels, and I run around them while my human stands some distance away and tells me where to go.

Apparently, I have a blog. This was probably inevitable. I have spent five years watching humans discuss things at great length while completely ignoring some fairly important subjects.