Amanda: hot dogs and tomatoes

No need to eat out the heart when tomatoes will do.  Persimmon, Green Giant, 1884, Homer Fyke’s orange heart, bocconcini,  basil, new garlic, delicious.  Every flavour has intensified in the first heat of the summer. 

I am glad I am not on the road in South Dakota.  But I’ll probably be beaten by Bev all the way around.   We tried double lift this morning, doing a silly risky thing.  This is winter training and has no place in summer work: dogs can learn to anticipate a go back and jump the gun.  What a vexation to see a perfectly good fetch go to pot with a dog going back not asked.  Ooooph.  Still Kate and I, trying to take stock of our dogs’ skills, went for it.  Leslie Gamble came early to help, but we had to wait for fog to lift.  She is not an early riser, just self sacrificial.  Both Salt and Roz did finally get back, but not before serious damage would have been done to their scores.  Kate is running Salt in the open Finals.  I am only running Roz in nursery.  What was I doing with double gathers.  She does regular ones fine.  I was checking to see if I could run her in the Open Finals.  Probably not.

The other dogs ran out well.  Monty even made it out without a redirect.  It was too hot to do more.  Too darn hot.  Too darn hot.