Amanda: the rest of Sunday

I have hardly ever been readier to run a couple of dogs. Monty was up earlyish in the five spot. He followed a blinding run by Shauna Gorley, Ute, a very popular good run, scoring a 90. Monty’s work was good but the sheep slipped around the fetch panel on the unexpected side, lambasting his score. His pen was the the most noteworthy part of his run once again, where held his side with me pushing excessively hard–I had to take a chance with the missed panel. It paid off. The gate closed with six seconds left.

Dorey wore her Canadian collar sent to me by a Ute, Eric Larson. Red, with maple leaves. She was in the hunt for her turn all morning, talking about it, complaining about distractions, of the terrible burden of being a championat. I had no reason to think it would not go well. It did go well. All her work was good, but her invaluable presence at the pen will be what I carry for a long time. Artful about her side. Patient but authoritative. That was thrilling. She scored a 97.

Old Beverly, who properly said she crawled over my corpse to qualify the first day, turned in a great run with Joe, a 92. She kept talking about the chasing, but today there was none. He came through when he needed to do.