We got up and headed off to the fairgrounds with the intention of arriving by 7 am or so. The first dog was to be on the line at 8:30 am. The trial was at Crook County Fairgrounds and the view was simply stunning when we crossed under the arch with wispy clouds and pink and blue skies at sunrise. We got unloaded, set up, and picked up course maps. Another new (to us) judge, Pamela Sturtz, fun courses on the agenda, Leo measured for his permanent height card, and we were ready to go. Saturday we ran small to tall; Sunday tall to small.
It was a little while before Vegas got to run despite the fact that it was a one ring trial so fewer participants. They were running Excellent Standard, Excellent JWW, Excellent Fast, Time-to-Beat, Open Standard, Open JWW, Open Fast, Novice Fast, Novice JWW, then Novice Standard.
We took some walks around the grounds a bit, spent a bit of time napping, and basically just tried to wile away the hours until Leo's runs. It was a very long day and I was glad to head back to the hotel. Sunday we had to pack up and check out of the hotel then headed to the fairgrounds, early again since we were running tall to small.
So Standard started with a tunnel which meant standing well back of the entrance to give Vegas that nice speed into it. The overlaid circular sequences following the dog walk just meant I had to be on my game, careful not to push or pull too far. My goal was to work from the inside, beat Vegas to the end of the dog walk and be sure to queue the contact command but still move out quick enough to be sure she took the #3 jump instead of the chute. Easy enough - she doesn't like chutes. From the tunnel exit (and yes, I felt her pain on that long-ass tunnel), I wanted to be up toward the jump and pull into to the teeter. After the teeter it was important to use my body and my shoulder to draw her toward the chute versus the line that was set up back to the #3 off course jump. Since she's somewhat slow in the chute I wanted to get out and front cross off the far side of the #9 jump to pull her straight out of the chute and then into a nice line over the jump to the table. Table to the jump and a pull back to the a-frame, easy enough. However there was a void in the corner beyond the a-frame and some dogs crated on the other side of the fencing plus above next to the bleachers. Appealing smells, sounds, and typical dog curiosity meant I wanted to control her descent on the a-frame to ensure contact with the safety zone and then move out far enough to get a good line into the weaves but not over-control. Tricky, tricky.
But talk about tricky. Rachel and I must have walked the next sequence 25 times. It doesn't look so bad on paper. The sequence comprised of 14-17 looks like a line with some offset jumps, right? Yeah, not so much. Walking it there were umpteen choices and none of them pretty. You had to avoid pushing beyond one jump or into an off course or pulling off the correct obstacle, too. It was a fairly narrow channel of space and almost any handler maneuver could cause a problem. Options considered:
- Front cross after the weaves, front cross after 15, send over 16 to 17.
- Front cross after the weaves, over 14 and push with off side arm to 15 (to avoid the teeter off course), pull to 16 and flip to 17
- Remain on the left side of 14 to 15 then push to 16 (while trying to avoid #11 as an off course)
- Remain on the left side of 14 to 15, attempt a front cross to pull to 16, then flip to 17
The list goes on. It was a case of trying to be prepared for anything. Nothing I did in that line changed my plan for the tire. That was my typical flip and send to the final jump. At least Rachel and I knew that if we NQd (because of a mistake in that sequence), it was because the course was really difficult, not something simple we messed up.
We did it! I was so pleased with my girl. She handled it all and we worked so well as a team. Course yardage was 183; SCT 68; our time 57.49. We earned 10 MACH points!
Jumpers was another loopy course where you had opportunities to get lost or take the wrong "loop." But it looked doable, fun, and smooth. We were really enjoying Pamela's courses. Walking the course my plan was to front cross after #3, rear cross at tunnel, turn over the triple, nail the weaves hard and fast, front cross after the weaves, and run like hell for home. And that's just about what we did. Vegas rocked it - 162 yards, SCT of 46, and we ran it in 40.09. Five more MACH points and another QQ. So proud of my girl. She's so amazing and sometimes I just can't believe what a wonderful partner I was blessed with.
Our MACH countdown to date is: 12 QQs and 286 points.
We again had to wait for Leo's run. Eventually I started packing up as much as I could. Once he'd run we were able to get out pretty quick - he was one of the last dogs of the day anyway. On our way out of town we stopped for the dogs' traditional Dairy Queen vanilla. This time was extra special. The gal at the window asked if she could give the dogs a bone. I told her, "No, thank you; the ice cream is for them." We got our order and got on the road. I didn't get it out of the bag until a couple miles down the road. To our surprise....
Bonus! Needless to say, Vegas was a happy pupper.
Since I was getting to drive home in the daylight but didn't have time to stop since I had just enough time without major traffic delays to get to my boys in Beaverton (without a stop at home first), I was naughty and took some pictures as I drove. Don't worry! I had one hand on the wheel at all times as well as my eyes on the road. I just held the camera and hoped for a good shot. Here's some of the lovely high desert country we drove through.
I'm a flop at geography so not sure what mountain this is in the background. I can't see the top...it's probably Mt. Hood....?
I'm continually fascinated by the cool rock structures in my part of the country. Look at this! It almost looks carved as if it were a pole fence.
And here...the layers....
And here, the next couple of pictures with burned ground...they were on the left side of the highway. Traveling west that would be...north.
And this was the right side of the highway....unscorched.
As soon as I cleared the high desert and headed into the Mt. Hood National Forest, the colors changed. The fir and pine trees came back as did the leafier trees. I was really trying to capture the glory of color but, well, it was darker and I was driving..... Very pretty though.