I think I have a touch of post-Finals depression. For weeks my whole focus has been on that one goal and yet it didn't go anything like I imagined. Hubby keeps telling me if my truck had to break down, at least it broke down in a place with cell service, I was towed to a garage that was nominally open on a Sunday, and I had a wonderful friend who was willing to detour and drive me the rest of the way in. Most of all, I did pick up the pieces and go on to run my dog at Finals for the first time.
So I do have blessings to count. Of course I kind of wish my run with
Nick had gone better, but any number of other handlers wish the same
thing. I even saw some top hands with good dogs come a-cropper. Finals
I think I'm mostly sad that I could not hold on to
that sense of full-hearted gladness that I was heading out on an epic
road trip to a great adventure. But I lost that while I sat by the side
of an empty road at 7 o'clock in the morning, with help over 2 hours
away and steam rolling out from under the hood. The anxiety, worry and
unexpected costs just kind of built from there. I suppose this means I
need to Cowboy Up!
Anyhow, I have a young dog to get on with
training and fall is in the air. People are starting to talk about
things like candles, wool sweaters and pumpkin spice. Life is still
good. And I was pretty darn lucky to be at Finals at all.
big thanks to the Strang Ranch and Bridget Strang with all her crew for
putting on a fantastic event. It was a beautiful venue and a gorgeous
field with consistently healthy and challenging sheep. The setout crew
was wonderful, as well as picturesque on horseback, and I can't fault
any of the organization, judging or running of the trial whatsoever.
I'll be back someday!