Ive had a tough week. Work has not been nice. People are mean and they think they are allowed to say what ever they want to me. A parent, who I had called her about her sick kid, said she would call me back and let me know if she could get off work to come pick up her kid. She even asked for my phone number. She didnt call me back so I put her kid on the bus home. Ive been stuck at school before waiting for several hours for a parent to come get their kid. So if they arent coming, I put them on the bus. Well she shows up 10 minutes after the buses had left. She was mad, which I can understand. I told her that I was sorry but you said you were going to call me. She denied that and called me a "stupid white person". Nice. Then another kid, with a chronic condition came to school, right off the bus, to my office, sick. Really sick. After 2 hours, no parent, and she wasnt improving at all, I called an ambulance and sent her to the hospital. She was admitted for two days. When she came back to school , she said that her dad kept saying I was CYA. Nice, huh? I guess the hospital was just CYA too, right? There were more upsetting interactions but I dont feel like writting about all of them. Ugh! I just not sure I was meant to do this job.
So I wasnt in the greatest mind set for the trial this weekend. My runs werent until the afternoon, so I figured I would just drive the 2 hours up to the trial instead of staying at a hotel. That morning I took the dogs to the park for a walk before I would leave. We are walking down the path and its early, 7am. No cars in the parking lot , so I didnt think anyone was there. I had let Miley off leash after getting down the path a ways. There are several entries onto the path from the woods. You cant see the person until you are right there because of the dense forest. All of a sudden there was a big black dog. I wont say the breed because someone will be offended. I called Miley, and the dog went after her. He slammed her to the ground. She got away and she slammed her again and got a mouth full of hair. Miley is screaming and the guy just laughed. Miley gets away and I tell her "go". I pretty sure she can out run this big dog because he looks out of shape and over weight. She takes off and out runs the big dog. The man never said sorry. I couldnt deal with him, Im just thinking of Miley. She is still running for her life down the path. She cant hear me calling her. She is in flight mode. Im thinking, great I just lost my dog. She finally stops. I call her but she wont come. I decided to just wait her out. I wait and wait. She finally comes to me. Thank goodness. I dont see an wounds on her. She physically seems fine. Now I start debating if I should even go to the trial. My mind isnt in the right place. Plus, what if she is freaked out, I dont want that to transfer to the ring. I decided to go, and see how she is around all the dogs. Any sign of stress and we wont go in the ring, we'll just work on being relaxed.
We ge to the trial and its packed. No crating room anywhere. They even put up these extra platforms for people to set up crates. I found some friends and they made room for me. Miley seemed ok. I walked her around and around. I didnt see any signs of stress. She went up to a couple of bigger shelites that I know and she didnt even raise her lips to them like she usually does. Wow, maybe she was ok.
Our first run is ISC jumpers. Tough course but I feel like we can do it.
I had to go straight from that ring to Open standard. It didnt even cross my mind that I shouldnt attempt the table. What the heck is wrong with me. Why didnt it cross my mind? Well, I guess you can figure out what happened. She wouldnt get on the table, and stressed about it.
Now I have another run. All my runs were right together. Im thinking maybe I shouldnt run her at all. I just dont know what to do. I talk to a couple of people. Everyone has a different opinion. I decided Im just going to do #1-5 and then take the final jump. Run out and reward.
We had a little break. An hour or so. Now it was time for Exc Fast. I just wanted to keep it fun and fast.
The next morning I felt mentally much better. I decided to go up early and bring my table. I stopped at a park. We walked , played ball and did some tables. We then went to the trail site. Usually I can run her in the barns before our runs at this site. But there were all these horse things going on so you werent allowed to go anywhere because of the horses. But I finally did find an empty barn with no signs about the dogs and no horses. We ran and played ball several times before our first run. It was hot as heck and the site wasnt air conditioned.
Open standard was first. I really, really thought she was going to get on the table. She didnt. I just moved on. So still no table. I screwed up for good this time. I have no idea how to fix it. I dont know why she feels the table is stressful. I started thinking. You know how with kids, you have to have rules and boundaries. And even though they get mad and fight you about things, the rules and boundaries make them feel secure. They know someone is in charge and in control of things. Maybe this table thing is like that. She pushes her startline, jumps off the teeter, and sometimes self releases on the a-frame. I never correct it at a trial becasue Im afraid of causing her stress. Maybe thats was is causing her stress. She doesnt think Im in control. The rules are different here and she doesnt understand. Hmm, something to think about.
Next up was exc jumpers. Man what a tough course. Even people who are good at running their dogs had trouble. That was un-nerving. There was that stupid off course triple after the tunnel again. Off courses were everywhere. So now Im stressed. I dont want to make a mistake and cause my dog to go off course and then stress circle. Man, was I not feeling good about this.
We made it though but I did make some mistakes.
But she didnt stress circle. I was sooooo happy. Even though we still haven't Qed in exc jumpers in 40 runs, its ok because she didnt stress out at my mistakes. WhooHoo
Last up was Exc FAST. They already had the walk-thur. I missed it because I was running my dog. By the time I got my walk-thur, me an another person, almost everyone was gone except for the people in the club running the trial. The other ring was already broken down. We ran, didnt get the send bonus. She ran great, and no stress. But when we left the ring, she wouldnt take any treats. Then we walked up the steps, made it to the half-way point where their is a platform. She had diarrhea all on the platform. Poor dog. When we got home, 2 hours later, she vomited a large amount of undigested food. Poor dog. Weird, she ran well for a dog not feeling good. Today she seems fine. Im not fine. I kept wondering what I should do about everything. And I have to go teach an agility class tonight and I feel like I suck and shouldnt be teaching anyone anything.
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