So, we didn't go yesterday due to Paul's work stuff, meaning we were up at 4;30 a.m. and on the road by 6:30 today. I'm pooped! The good news is that Savannah managed to hold herself together through most of the show, including looking for treats on the judge. She won her class again, so we were off to winner's again. She did great in winner's...until the judge put us at the front and asked us to go around again, that is. Then the bad news....at that point, she sort of had her usual fall apart...she was too busy turning around trying to figure out why all the other dogs were behind her, which made her hippity hoppity, and we blew it. We got RWB, so not a total loss, but we blew it.
I can't be too upset. It was only her fifth show and ninth time in the ring (if you count sweeps at Nationals). Counting sweeps, she's won her class 6 of 9 times. And now she has her first reserve and it was a major reserve. Not too bad. We just have some kinks to work out. Silly girl! Our smaller, more private handling class on Wednesday helped a lot, too. I think I'll ask if we can go first next week, just to get her used to it. The Petsmart maulings have made her more interested in visiting strangers in search of treats. I may even try to sneak her in for a half day at work next week. We're getting there!
2 comments:
Good job! =)
yay for Bobannah!!!
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