June 27th 2007 7:00 am
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Having worked in Obedience most of my doggy life mom retired me from the ring a few years ago. I only needed one more show to finish my CDX (Companion Dog Excellent) but mom wasn't feeling well. We still worked in Therapy at the nursing homes and schools which isn't really work.
One day I woke up to my Mom packing for our first Rally Trial. The weather was a little questionable but my Mom packed the car and off we went. The ride was long; however, I napped along the way.
When we arrived at the show grounds, it was a mess. With all the rain we have been having the fields were mushy and muddy. I didn’t think much of it until it dawned on me that we were going to work in this. I was not happy about it but I thought I have worked in MUCH worst.
Mom and I found a place to set up my “show” crate and Mom’s “dog show” chair outside our ring. As we were waiting to check in with the judge and pick up our armband, Mom watched the class already in the ring work. I don’t know why, but Mom was a little nervous. After Mom went and picked up our armband and received her instructions from the judge along with a course map, Mom started walking the course, over and over again. I was watching her from my crate and as soon as she was finished walking it she would walk it again until the judge called time and everyone must leave the ring so that the first competitor can be judged. Well after Mom returned, we went for a walk. The next thing I know Mom has me sitting and lying down in the mud and puddles and then she took me over to some hay and had me do it again. I thought maybe Mom might have lost it, until I realized as we passed the ring that because of all the mud there was hay in the ring so it wasn’t SO muddy.
Mom was watching the other competitors and I was ready to work. Our number was called and it was our turn. In the ring we went and I set up just like Mom likes. The judge asked if we were ready, like all judges do. Mom answered “Ready” and that’s my queue that we are about to start working. The course was fun; yes I had to lye down in that muddy hay mess, but hey no big deal. The cones I had to weave through were a lot of fun; we don’t have anything like that in the Obedience ring. When we finished the course, the judge came over and thanked us and off we went, at least I thought. The next thing I knew Mom stopped quick and pulled me back to the judge’s table and asked her a question. I don’t know why she asked because I knew the answer.
Mom said, “This is our first time in the Rally ring. Did we qualify?” The judge looked down at me and smiled, looked up at mom and said, “You most certainly did.”
Well off we went over to our chair, Mom was so happy she knelt in the mud to give me kisses, a hiney scratch and of coarse some cookies. Not long after that the Judge’s assistant called all the qualifying team numbers back in the ring. The judge explained that a perfect score in the Rally Ring is 100 points, which confused me because in the Obedience ring it’s 200. Anyway the judges called out the placements, first through fourth and then came up to each team and gave them their green ribbons. It’s my understanding that the green ribbon is really the most important ribbon. I think you need three green ribbons for a title. As we waited, the judge passed us and asked for us to wait. The judge came over and said that Mom knocked us out of first place because she asked me to sit straight after I had already sat and because she asked, I did. The judge said that it was a great run and we would have had a 98 if it wasn’t for that sit thing, hey we all make mistakes. Mom was really surprised that we received a 10 point penalty for that. Oh well an 88 is still great, maybe next time she will just leave me where I sit , I mean I am a terrier and 12 1/2 years old at that. On the way home mom stopped at the Wawa for a celebratory cup of coffee for her and a donut that she shared with me. As we drove off I stretched out on the big soft blanket on the back seat and fell asleep. I hope we do this again; it was a lot of fun. Well that’s the story of my very first Novice Rally leg and I wanted to tell you all about it.
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