Today we worked in Dianne's field again.  A few of us ran our dogs through a course we set up with buckets and a pen.  Though I feel more comfortable running Pat now, and I'm starting to feel where Pat needs to be in relation to the sheep and the obstacles, when I need to make him lie down, when to flank and how far…and he is starting to feel what I want from him and when I'll want it…we have maybe one more opportunity to work together beforehand and I have no idea what will happen at the trial. I keep fearing that it will somehow involve me renting at my clothing, ululating, burning a sheep effigy, then accidentally drawing Mohammed's likeness in sheep dung.  The crowd will gasp.  Somewhere a fatwa will be issued and I'll forget to close the pen and lose all the points on the only thing I seem to be able to get fairly regularly. 

Sometimes things go horribly wrong in my world. Not just marginally off course.  I hope I remember matches and my Mohammed by Numbers (all 1's and 2's) stencils…