On Saturday I saw my friends Barb and Scott Miller (fellow Sheltie People). They had purchased a trailer and were camping at the site. The Gear Queen in me came out. Daddy, I want one! LOL Scott mentioned that his sheltie Trev was not feeling well. When I petted Trev, he was so warm. Later that day Barb ended up taking him to the local emergency vet service. Then they had to take him to Leesburg, VA, to get surgery. Trev's gall bladder had burst. People at the trial were so supportive. We helped Scott pack up the trailer. We covered their working assignments at the trial (Barb and Scott work almost every class). Many people asked if there was something else they could do. It was heart-warming. On Sunday Scott drove back to pick up the trailer. The update on Trev is that the surgery was successful. He is 11 and a half, so the first 24 hours after surgery will be the most critical. Many prayers and tons of good energy going to Trev.
For me, Barb and Scott completely represent agility competitors. They love their breed, they are generous, friendly, they support the clubs by voluntering at every opportunity, and they get angry with people who are less than kind to their dogs. After reading a few blogs about the agility blog day regarding attitude, it had me reflecting this weekend about the agility environment. As with any sport there are positives and negatives. I think it's all what your focus is; that's the experience you're going to have. For example, whenever Ron comes to the line with his black lab Danni, we all stop what we are doing and give him our support. We cheer outrageously when he has a good run, Q or not. Ron has cerebral palsy and to see him compete, out there working his dog, makes me grateful. Grateful that there is such a thing as agility where we're all equal on the playing field. Ron is brilliant at distance handling because he can't run. His dog's focus is phenomonal. We all have our strengths and weaknesses; Ron uses foundation training and distance handling to the max. It's lovely to watch.
Then there was a junior handler this weekend who had everyone cheering, oooing, and ahhhing. It was a little girl running a gray/black miniature poodle in the Novice class. She had wonderful timing, patience, and Q'd. She was at the trial with her grandmother. I talked to her on Sunday and asked her how old her dog is. She answered, "Sam is 4, just like I am 10. And we have the same birthday! People think he's a puppy because he acts so silly." How cute is that? I hope that the agility environment nurtures this talent, and our attitude can bring in more people to the sport like Sam and his handler.
As to Cosi and I, we had a good weekend. On Saturday we ran jumpers first, then standard ("backwards" from the normal schedule). He was at the start line and as I did a 2-jump lead out, he stood up and went the bar. His nose broke the time beam, and the clock started. I asked him to sit again, he did. I released him, and we ran clean. As I came off the course, someone stopped me and said, "Check your time. He started the clock and there was like five seconds on the clock before you began." Oh, that Cosi! In standard we were good, connected, but he went in the wrong end of the tunnel. I must have had my arm out and sent him. The heat in the building was unbearable when we left on Saturday afternoon.
Sunday was even hotter. In standard we had a brilliant run. We smoked the course in 41 seconds, connected, working together. It was awesome. He dropped the top panel on the panel jump. Someone told me his front foot slipped as he took off for the panel. When I checked the standings, he was 8 seconds faster than the winning dog. 8 seconds! Holy Mackrel!! By the time jumpers rolled around, it was 90+ degrees and humidity was high. We didn't have a connected run, and that's OK. No Q. But the Q on Saturday is #9. Our next jumper's Q will earn his MXJ title. Something to look forward to, eh? I love how this dog works for me, no matter that it's hot, cold, dark, etc. The owner of the facility put a hose out on Sunday for us to use to cool down the dogs. I am grateful to Coleen for teaching Cosi at camp how to "get it" and play with a hose. All I had to do was pick it up, and it was "game on!" for Cosi. He was nice and wet as I put him in his tent with the fan going full force. Next time I peeked in on him, he was asleep on his back, belly getting the breeze. Love this dog. Love agility.
Here's the video of the jumpers Q we had on Saturday: