The sheep were lambs. They were just weaned 24 hours prior to the taking a couple of hours to load them in the stock trailer the morning of the trial. They were what I call "lamb stupid." When they saw a dog, they all walked head first to the dog. Kind of like a bunch of curious llamas. But, no complaints here with the stock. I like to work anything. But, they were as slow as molasses to try to get around the course.
Here's Jet's little place at the fair. The weather was deliciously cool.
Here's Jet giving me his 'pathetic' look waiting for me to get back from the restroom. He brought his new oversized lunch pail with him. It has his name on it. Several couples came back to the fair to watch Jet run AGAIN this year. I think he is a favorite with the crowd. Plus, he is so dang beautifull to look at. He moves like a dressage horse and his coat flows as he runs. :0)
Our run was short lived. After watching dog number one not lift the lambs and dog number two grab a leg and bite a side of a lamb, I decided to let Jet put a bit of pressure on the lift. One split and ran back to set out. He picked it up and it ran back to the group. Jet is a lambmaster, so I wasn't too worried. Meaning he won't bite unless it is completely necessary. He is as steady as a rock. He started moving them on the fetch and "El Beserko" lamb split again and ran back to the fence at full speed. I had Jet wait to see what was going to happen. The lamb ducked under the arena fence. I shrugged my shoulders looking at the judge. He said, "You're disqualified." Hmmmm...NOT exactly the words I was hoping to hear. I had hoped I would have received a re-run. Especially since it was questionable that it was the dog's fault. NOT TODAY. C'est la vie. Two minutes on the course for an 8 hour round trip drive. Shit Happens.