What can I say about this dog? I would say “be careful what you pray for, because you might just get it!” I always wanted a “fast” dog. That I should get that fast dog when I’m approaching my 50’s instead of 13 years ago when I started this sport is just one of God’s little jokes. And fast is a bit of an understatement. Oz is a powerhouse, a dynamo, a single brain-celled torpedo whose only mission in agility is to take the next visible obstacle as fast as caninely possible. If I point him in the right direction, he will take the right obstacle. He has no “side” to him. He’s completely obedient, so if he gets it wrong there’s only one to blame, and it ain’t him!
Oz is now approaching 5 years old. We have had several Novice wins and 1 Intermediate, but clear rounds are elusive because I still don’t have the confidence in myself to handle this brilliant dog. Today, in training, it was drummed into me once again that I have to let him do the work and steer him from behind (not that I have much choice, most of the time). I promise, Stuart, that I really will try! This is not a dog that needs overhandling. 
Even if I’m half a mile behind he will still go clear if I point my “frontal plane” in the right direction.