I’m pretty well rested-up from my trip to Reno. I had fun with my family there. I don’t really like being cooped up where people can’t pet me, so traveling in the kennel isn’t much fun. Even worse, Mozzie is claustrophobic, so he’s not much fun to be trapped in there with me.
Anyway, at the show on Friday, Mom was super busy running back and forth between rings with Mozzie in Rally and me in obedience. On Friday morning, I went in to see if I could get my second qualifying score (leg) in Beginner Novice obedience. Like Mozzie, I don’t really like to heel. There’s so much to see outside the ring. I do okay until Mom turns around or stops. Sometimes I just forget to sit when she stops. When she turns around, I’m usually busy looking at something outside the ring, so I’m surprised she’s going the opposite direction.
It’s more fun to heel during training when there is food involved. The good news is that in the ring after each exercise, Mom always pets me and says, “Good job, Short-stack,” or something, and that makes me happy.
I usually wait to sit until we are the second exercise, the figure 8. If I avoid doing it during heeling and then don’t do it the first time around the figure 8, Mom is thrilled when I sit the second time.
On the first time in the ring on recall, I went straight to Mom, but I was more to her left. The judge said I was still within reaching distance, so that was good enough! The second time in the ring, I came straight to Mom and sat down like I was supposed to, and that was good. I even finished my title that time.
On Saturday Mom told me that she decided to move me up. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but she said I should just do my best and not worry about it. Apparently she asked to put me in the next higher level of obedience, Novice. It is harder because I had to heel without the leash on and do sits and downs for a LONG time with other dogs around. Even harder, the judge had been doing Rally the day before where Mozzie was, and some really good dogs did not qualify, so Mom figured I didn’t have much chance. She said something about a snowball’s chance or something.
On the recall, I came back super fast. Mom said something about a bunny hopping gazelle, but I was FAST. And I finished straight the way I was supposed to do it. When we finished with the first part, before the sits and downs, Mom told me I did a good job, but she didn’t think I qualified, so we might not have to do sits/downs. Then we got called back in, but Mom said that isn’t a guarantee we qualified. Sometimes you get to go back in just to practice. That was fine. I can sit for a whole minute and stay down for three. No problem. When all that was over, Mom came back and put my leash on, and the judge came by and said something. Mom looked at me, and she was very surprised, but confused. She asked the person next to me if the judge had said, “the Berner qualified,” but the person didn’t know. Mom walked me over the judge and asked, and the judge said, “of course.” Mom seemed to think this might have been a mistake, but she was very happy.
I got a 177, and I only needed 170 to qualify, so I think I might have worked a little too hard. I may have to ease up on my training. I’ll think about that while I get petted. And treats.