Yes, I'm addicted to sports, what guy isn't? I love agility, so wish my Mum would get me on sheep again, love playing ball, get high on a really good sprint race, and if I could, I'd probably even work on my golf swing.
So what is it about this addiction, why am I addicted to sports? Is it the competitiveness, the endorphin rush, the high I get after a good chase?
Many may attribute it to a working dogs need to have a job. And with the lack of the job I may have been born to do, I've turned my motivation toward sports. In this day and age, with the lack of real farm jobs, real work for dogs, many working dog breeds (and those with mixed working dog heritage) have turned their bred given desires toward dog sports. And many have gone happily.
Dogs with jobs are the happiest dogs on the planet. They have a purpose, fulfillment, exercise, and they know what they are supposed to do. Throughout history dogs have served man in an incredibly wide variety ways, from herding, guarding livestock, clearing out the vermin, to protecting man, assisting on the hunt, and much more. They were bred to do these jobs. But now, with the lack and need for dogs to perform such duties, dogs and owners have turned to the next best thing - sports that cater to their individual talents.
They've turned to sports like carting, schutzund, agility, flyball, disc dog, dock dog, earthdog, tracking, field trialing, lure coursing and much more. We applaud the two-leggers who conceived of the idea of satisfying the working dog, who now may be unable to work at their original bred born jobs, with satisfying sports that cater to our breeds characteristics. Without a job, or sport, many of us just wouldn't know what to do with ourselves. I know I wouldn't.