I haven't really written about Big Willow because, well….you can just read any other Wah! I Suck post I've written, add 90 degree heat and a few CONSONANTS to our score card. We DQ'd, We RT'd.
As I've said, we didn't deserve to do better with my lax training schedule these last several months.
From Jai's perspective, I might as well have suggested that she emergency land a 747 while I finish my complimentary northwest beer or wine.
Biz had a great time playing with other puppies and eating her weight x 2 in free range ewe shit. (THE BEST KIND!).
It was really fun watching people I like and admire run their dogs well, or handle the runs that didn't go so well with grace and dignity…in a beautiful place.
Now we have roughly 6 weeks until the next trial.
Lavon suggested that I practice my whistles, which have mostly so far sounded like a shrill form of nonverbal turrets. So I have been whistling, nearly every day, on my 45 minute commute. I think I'm less likely to attract ground squirrels and bad attention now. I believe that I have improved enough that my stop and away whistles no longer sound like outbursts of an inappropriate nature. PLUS! They differ.
This weekend Ann is coming up from Nevada, and Mindy from Portand, and Lavon is going to put us through a mini sheepdog boot camp. He's setting up various exercises in field and corral, both at my house and his. We will work up close to strengthen our relationship/trust with our dogs on livestock in pressure situations, and enhance our timing.
Next trial, Jai is going to thank me and vice versa. Jack will keep his head in the game and his poo out of it.
I'm really looking forward to it.