Stocksbridge

Stocksbridge on Saturday, and it seems like such a long time since we lasted visited this tournament. I suppose it is a long time, actually. Stocksbridge is always the tournament that marks the start of the winter season, because it’s cold and you arrive and leave in the dark. I’m perhaps a bit weird, and love that.

Dylan was such a good boy. He’s maintaining his form from Rotherham, and although I don’t think he was as fast, he did run very very well. Just one minor issue on the box, but he seemed to figure out the mistake and revert back to turning reasonably well. We had little Bailey in our team, who stepped up like the true pro she is and just kicked some height dog tail.

I don’t think I gave Kim quite the attention she deserved; she ran her heart out and loved every second, like she always does indoors, but I was rushing about like an idiot after Dylan’s division so didn’t have time to get her ready to race, and then our team lineup changed so often during the day I didn’t really get to appreciate just how good she was. Mollie was on the same team and they were both just fabsome, Their team came 1st anyway, and did it pretty comfortably. The last race was a bit tight though – 2 legs down and we brought it back, somehow!

During my super busy day, I was also Vice Captain for Barneys, and spent way too much time in fits of giggles (there is nothing funnier than a Whippet on a slippy floor trying to chase three tennis balls going in different directions). We also ringpartied in the morning, and spent a good portion of Div 5 cheering for some friends making their flyballing debut.

We’ll be back next month, maybe to collect a few awards too? Points are starting to catch up, slowly but surely, and we have a couple of dogs who are creeping closer to their next certificates (I’m thinking about a little brown fiesty girl, in particular).