Looks like this. Feet hit in the yellow! All the time! The ice has melted and away we run!
Dogwalks on the brain, all dogwalks, all the time.
Gustavo just ran Steeplechase and Grand Prix. With actually gorgeous runs, minus weave poles. Weave poles usually take a few times in the ring until he settles down to do them, and this he is not getting. So he may run weave pole-less this year. It's cool. Gustavo had a good time and if he needs to not do the poles to do so, I got his back.
On a couple runs, Banksy invented a new thing called bite my clothes. When I am inside of them. Started when she couldn't find her leash at the end, and grabbed my sleeve. She is one of those manic get the leash and tug on it like a beast dogs. Then finished when we had that shit storm of Team Standard and she bit my pants at handling mistake 24, at only obstacle 14. That was awful. She was basically, I hate you and your bad handling and threw the crayons and cookies all over the kindergarden room while screaming obsenities at the top of her lungs. When you're a dog, that's pants biting. And she's good at inventing things that stick forever, so next time it started to happen I pulled her into a heel and we heeled out of the ring. Goodbye, Team Snooker. But no more clothes biting.
Border collies are, wow. Just wow. I am lucky to have lots of friends to tell me things like, how to patch up your best pants. We will patch 'em up today. We are glad to be home. We have about 150 things to work on before our next trial. Make that 450. We will start now.