Inspired by the Olympics, Asa and I decided to show off our athletic prowess by competing in a Dog-cathlon. Well, actually make that a Dog-Cat-lon, since we asked our kitty cousin Misty to judge our friendly competition. As with the Olympic decathlon, our tournament consisted of traditional track and field events to showcase our skills at running, jumping and throwing. All in an effort to decide who is the Greatest Athlete. First up, the 1500 meters run, which may or may not have actually been 1500 meters.
It was a photo finish for the 1500 meters run.
Next Asa clearly won the hurdles competition.
Asa breaking world records with the hurdles.
Not to be outdone, I reached new heights in the high jump!
Chuck Billy’s unique form in the high jump.
Followed by Asa, determined to win the long jump.
Asa showing great poise in the long jump.
Pole vaulting proved to be a bit difficult for both of us, so we made it a team effort.
Chuck Billy helping Asa with his pole vaulting technique.
And finally we wrapped up our Dog-cathlon with the shot put competition.
Preferring the sport of fetch, Asa struggles throwing the ball in the shot put competition.
Traditionally, the title of “World’s Greatest Athlete” has been given to the person who wins the Olympic decathlon, so we waited anxiously for the judge to reveal who won the Gold Medal in our Dog-cathlon. However, as usual we shouldn’t have left such an important decision to a cat. Apparently Misty got the Greek tradition of the Olympics confused with the Roman tradition of Gladiator combat. Rather than award medals, Misty gave us a paws down. Luckily she doesn’t have thumbs, because I’m pretty sure that would indicate that Misty wasn’t impressed with our athleticism.
Misty using the Ancient Roman gesture of a paws down to declare her disinterest in our games.
No worries though. We understand how Misty could be at a loss judging who was the best at track and field. After all we are Golden Retrievers and therefore everything we do is pure Gold! So Asa and I celebrated with an awkward high five / kiss, and settled in to relive our victories over a cold bowl of water.
Bro, there’s no kissing in sports. Do a high five!
