
I'd like to say I got numbers instead of letters, but it just didn't happen this year. But, I learned a wealth of new information. And, for the first time, I think Kilt really needed me. Normally, Kilt is the type of dog that would rather do the course herself and have me wait for her in the truck.

On our 2nd try, I sent her to the right again. This time I was semi sure she had seen the sheep on the ridge. She took off in the same trajectory she did on day one. As she disappeared over the swales, I didn't see her for the longest time. I started counting slowly to 10. I looked high on the ridge (knowing I probably wasn't lucky enough to have her run the ridge) and I scanned the fetch line looking for her to drop down to cross over. No dog. I gave an away redirect. The judge was already out of his truck looking for her. The spectators way to my left could see her. She had stopped in one of the swales half way up the mountain and was looking back to me for direction. This is a GREAT stride for us as a team. She has NEVER looked to me for anything. She took the redirect and headed on towards her sheep. She stopped at about 3 0' clock from them for some unknown reason. I think her eye stopped her. I redirected her again and she finished the outrun a bit tight on the top. The sheep pulled back behind the mountain putting pressure on her until I couldn't see them anymore. I'm sure they wanted back to the set-out.
All I could do at this moment was to give some blind walk-ups.
Kilt isn't known for her finesse and I'm sure her introductory handshake with the range ewes lacked politeness. My guess is she punched them at the top when I couldn't see her. She likes to take control of the situation and she hasn't learned to do it any nicer than that with tough sheep.
She came back over the ridge with her sheep and weared them down the fetch line at probably too fast a speed, but the sheep held together and were on a nice line. As they neared the handlers post, the course director walked out to me and said, "Suzanne, there are only 4 sheep." Uno, dos, tres, quatro.....aw shucks NO cinco! Bummer. Cinco must have stayed at the set-out. We exhausted our sheep and Kilt got a large pat on her head for giving it the ol college try.

4 comments:
WOW, you have me respect
Wow, that is so exciting for you and Kilt!!!! With any luck that little bit of uncertainty you helped her through will stick in her head for a while. Great report, I can't wait to take a crack at it in a year or two. Mike's dog Sport is handsome.
Erin
I believe that is the same field they used when I went to Zamora. It's a killer. The creek was dry that year (although I don't know how that was possible with all the rain coming down) and we counted one onethousand, two onethousand, all the way up to nineteen onethousand before we saw the dog again IF it was on course still!
Wow, great description and pictures! thanks Suzanne!
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