All Dianne ever talks about is how she can hardly wait to have a dog good enough to run on ducks,

"If I could JUST get a couple of duck legs under my belt," she's said at least a dozen times. 

At least I assumed she meant trialing.  Maybe not.  I wouldn't trust her around my water fowl, just in case, because she had her chance this weekend to trial on ducks at the GSH Ranch Trial and she blew it.  Her dog Zorro could have really stepped up.  Jaenne and I both offered to pay for the entry fees….and throw in a tank of l'orange…. but it's like she didn't hear us.  Maybe she's not ready.  I think she's almost good enough, though, and I told her so.  She just stared at me like she didn't know what to say. 

"It's okay," I patted her, "You don't have to say anything." 

Sometimes I prefer that as a response.

She did really well with Annie and Pat and Zorro on SHEEP. Yawn. Whatever.  

I don't want to talk about how *I* did, except to say that Jen did great on the ranch course; I opened and closed gates for her and kept my mouth shut for the most part.  Unfortunately, I wasn't as useful on the field trial.  Pat looks at my leg now like its just a part of some really tacky display or a prop to hold up some awkward sound system whose purpose seems to be in yelling one command. Alot.  I think he faked his wag at the end. 

Sheep camp couldn't come at a better time.  I wish I could say the same of migration.