10 February 2013
Sunday at Turlock with very special guests.
I had helpers on Sunday at the dog show.
One of them jumps 26" no problem.
One of them has an affinity for anything pink.
They set some bars.
We hung out. My nephews came to town, and I threw them in the car and brought them out to the dog show. We didn't stay all day, just a couple classes, and I can't say that I ran particularly well. The dogs were great for the most part, Gustavo ran focused and fast, although not clean. One teeter totter performed quite nicely, and one refused. A table disaster, and a bar. One disasterous blind cross. Otterpop had one nice run and one big fail where I just plain old lost the course.
The handler was the unfocused piece of the equation, is what I'd say about the quality of my runs this weekend. Damn it all to hell, except really, I just didn't care. This one was more about my helpers.
I learned a lot about bringing kids to a dog show. These are great kids, well behaved and did everything right. No one brings kids to dog shows. There were exactly 2 other kids there. I didn't bring mine ringside, they occupied themselves in their tent, watched my runs from behind a fence, and had a great time meeting people and dogs.
One lady approached me and my well behaved guys, letting me know that I needed to keep them out of sight and away from the ring when her dog ran, not for the kids' safety, but because her dog gets nervous when she's near kids. Crabby, irritating lady. The kids didn't approach a single dog they weren't invited to, stayed away from the ring, and still a crabby lady got her panties in a ruff over them. I was happy that many of my friends chatted with them, brought them stuff to play with, and were nice. To hell with the crabby ones.
There should be WAY more kids at dog shows, not fewer. Everybody try to bring a kid sometime.
by team small dog at 10:14 PM