Pretty, but don’t touch!
This past weekend, Duncan and I traded the sleeting skies of Idaho for the sunny ones of Arizona to run at a trial and visit a dear friend. The timing was perfect. You see, just like my Boxer, I’m convinced that when it rains, I’ll melt (although I don’t claim to be made of sugar like he does). So after one of the driest winters on record, the day we left, the skies had opened and we got out of town. The difference this time, is that we flew to this trial, a first for both of us.
It’s a good thing that airport security doesn’t screen for high pulse rates, because I was so nervous to get everything right, that I was amazed I didn’t keel over right there in line after throwing my shoes in the plastic bin. Many, many thanks to the website Dog Jaunt for all the fantastic information on flying with a small dog, and my husband for getting me through check in. I knew my carrier (a large SturdiBag) would fit perfectly on a Southwest 737, and indeed, it did. Dunc was a fantastic little traveler, and fit in his little bag just fine thanks to his ability to bend like a wet noodle.
Dunc under the airplane seat.
The trial was fantastic. Duncan, amazing Duncan most definitely got his brave on. In a completely new place on weird footing (some sort of tentacle-like dormant grass) after being stuffed in a bag and going up and down until his ears popped, he came out swinging, and ran two of his fastest runs, ever. He also earned his very first QQQ. Rock on little man!
This is quite possibly the coolest chute ever invented. Not only is it covered in flames that Duncan’s Wildfire blazed through, but it’s wonderfully, perfectly, terrifically, and shockingly SHORT! The new shorter chute length is a winner in Dunc’s book.
Here’s Dunc’s run on the Saturday Standard course…another diabolical creation courtesy of judge Dan Butcher. Love these technically challenging courses, and after three trials this year under this judge, we’re drifting dangerously close to being DB groupies.
This trial was part of a large group of dog sporting events held at the Paws for a Cure event, a fundraiser for the Canine Cancer foundation. This foundation is near and dear to my heart, since we lost our first beloved boy Boxer, Sinjin to cancer, and Angus is a survivor. My trialling partner in crime runs a Boston who is also a survivor, so we made sure to visit the Foundation booth, where I made a memorial heart for Sinjin.
Sinjin, my old soul and beloved friend.
On Sunday, they stopped the trial, and smack in the middle of the rings, the Foundation held a ceremony to celebrate those buddies we’ve lost to this disease. They read the Rainbow Bridge poem, and one of the foundation’s founders asked me to place Sinjin’s heart on the wall first, quickly followed by dozens of other hearts. It was an amazing moment, standing there, tears streaming down my face, in a crowd of people doing the same. Not one person there was ashamed of crying visibly for friends we had lost, and I had one of those beautifully clear life moments. These are my people, and I’m so proud and thankful to have been among them on this special day.
The Canine Cancer Foundation Memorial Wall
Sweet Sinjin. You are missed.
Of course, trialling is also about being with friends, new and old, fuzzy and non-fuzzy. Dunc was thrilled to have a weekend away from Baby Brother Des, and reveled in the company of one of his favorite people friends and dog friend. Sweet Mully even ran with me on the FAST course, and thankfully, we upheld her amazing QQQ streak. (Whew!)
We are cute. Feed us. Now.
All in all, the weekend was a blast. Lovely weather, fantastic company (thanks, G!!) and running with the best and sweetest teammate a girl could ask for. A Ferrari dealer on the way to the trial grounds was just a bonus…after all, I do love a parking lot filled with sexy Italians.
Parting thought…maybe this kid really knows how to have a blast...