This might just look like your basic poor handling on a mediocre run, ending with teeter totter disaster. But the dog I was running in there felt like a feral husk of my little dog Gustavo. By the end of the weekend, there was no Gustavo. His little husk dried out and he almost blew away in the breeze. I saved him by letting him end his weekend with a nice, easy, jumpers run, and then calling it a day. I scratched the Grand Prix final. Running him in that would have felt abusive. I picked survival.
His training is sub-par, he is sick, and he almost perishes when he has to deal with any bit of bad handling on my part. He is not a resilient little guy. I need to think longer and harder, than the normal long and hard I do, about what his agility career can be. If you have only seen super Gustavo, you would have been shocked and horrified by what you saw this weekend. If you have only seen sad, feral husk of Gu