If you read what my sister Piper wrote about obedience class, you would think it was a terrible experience, but I didn't think it was all that terrible. Of course, that's just my own humble opinion. What I liked best about obedience class was getting lots of treats for doing stuff that Mom asked me to do. Also I really liked getting to spend some quality time with Mom.
But I guess I just have the wrong attitude about weave poles, because some dogs are clever enough to learn to do them, and these same dogs practice until they get good at doing all the other agility stuff, too. Then they compete in agility trials and get a bunch of titles to add to their names. I will never have any titles after my name because Mom does not want to compete in agility, and we just took the class for fun. Besides which, Barry and I couldn't compete because we are Mixed Breed Dogs -- although I think the AKC has recently changed some of its rules about letting mixed breed dogs compete.
Anyway, I was flattered that Mom chose to take me to agility class, even though I wasn't as good at it as Barry was. Mom did not take Gabe to agility class because she thought he would just try to snark at the other dogs instead of going through the tunnel or whatever. And she did not take Piper because she thought Piper would balk at doing anything much, and would just want to go home. So that's why Barry and I got to go, and the basenjis didn't!