Amanda: gearing to go

Bev has likely been practicing like mad with at least three known weapons in her arsenal, Esther, Mirk and Hemp.Sneaking around in Saskatchewan, getting her dogs going better and better just to give the rest of us anxiety.That woman.

Clive is lame with a suspect abscess in a foot pad.My loyal personal vet, Sue Schoen, advised, and I always take her good advice.He had to go to town to see my vet, the great Hugh Wiley.Clive will have all that down time on the three day ride to Calgary and he should be fine by the time he gets there.

We went for the big outruns today again.Lucky I won't be training here too much longer, because the grass is getting so tall I would have to mow before I ran anywhere.I don't like to flank a dog into tall grass so that he gets wacked in the face when he goes correctly.I am running out of places in which to do long outruns.Monty is becoming more and more assured.I penned with him and Roz this morning, detecting a few rats in my groups of lambs.Sure enough, they were extreme deviants, and they gave Roz, Monty, and Kate's Salt a run for their money, contriving escapes from all side of the pen.I love sheep that riot at the pen.

I loaded up last year's trophy into my camper, a miracle of recollection for a memory as handicapped as mine.It takes up more than its share of space.