The good news is that I decided Banksy could run in a trial!
Really no bad news. Maybe a little lite on Q's, because of bars, bars, bars mostly.
One full on brain explosion in Steeplechase, the run I most looked forward to. Banksy's brain, not mine. I just excused her from the ring after the barsplosion.
All dog walk hits beautiful! All teeters stopped, except for Grand Prix where I let her GO! One crazy aframe. One bad slip in a damp tunnel! One off course by me! One stupid gambler rule brainsplosion in our perfect gamble. One perfect start line! A couple so so start lines. A number of terrible start lines!
I can't pull Banksy out for breaking her start. Life is too short.
What do all these runs have in common? A bar! And we're rusty. But I still liked them. Banksy is amazing.
Grand Prix
Standard
Biathalon Jumpers
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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