I went to my first ever agility club meeting last night because I wanted to propose that the club get a set of 24" weave poles for their upcoming DOCNA shows. I am on a mission from dog, 24" weave poles baby. It's great that DOCNA allows 24" poles but they don't mandate it so it's up to those with a big enough bug up their butt to try to get the clubs to use them. So despite better judgement and an extreme dislike of meetings I went to one last night. For the sake of big dogs everywhere slamming their shoulders against those cramped little poles. Like my big pony girl.
Thanks but if you have to go on a mission I'd prefer 'More tennis balls' or 'Kill all squirrels'
Most of my meetings in real life involve negotiations along the lines of, 'Can you please move this wall 6" so it stacks on the wall below? Trust me, everybody will love you for it.' Or, 'Pretty please can I put another column somewhere? If not you will have a 40' long beam weighing over 100 lbs per foot and trust me nobody will love you for that'. Aside from one unfortunate client with serious anger management and competency issues I've never had a meeting degenerate into shouting in my 15 years on the job. But there was some shouting last night. Apparently the issue of dry erase boards vs big printed out sheets from Kinko's for the worker's schedule was controversial, at least for one guy. He had some passionate viewpoints on the subject. Or maybe he just yells a lot in real life anyway, some people yell and speak in harsh tones and don't even realize it or mean anything by it. Then we had the part of the meeting where somebody tried to create a controversy where one did not exist and we spent about 10 minutes vehemently agreeing with each other. Then we came to the really horrifying part of the meeting where I somehow might have ended up in charge of the club's seminar for next year. Somehow I went from making some suggestions for seminar presenters via an email discussion to being in charge for next year and don't ask me how that happened. I did this sort of thing back in another life organizing punk rock concerts and when I gave it up I swore never again. And after last night I'm thinking that punk rock gigs are easy compared to crazy dog agility world. I'm hoping everybody else's middle aged memory is as bad as mine and they'll forget all about me by next year or preferably next week.
And after all that, turns out the club was planning on getting 24" poles anyway.