Tonight, she was wagging like mad while watching the other dogs. She wanted to chase any stray tennis balls. She RAN to me over the jumps! She still has miles to go before she'll be racing, but at last she's interested and having fun!
Of course, the whole time I was working with Penny, Flyer was howling in desolation in her crate. My grey-bearded old girl firmly believes that she should be the ONLY flyball dog in our household, whereas I would really like to have more.