They lay down and sing............
And watch intently while they hold their breath, hoping that dog will sit........and stay. Which he didn't.
Allyson was proud, and I was proud of her. She put in the work, week after week at meetings and in the yard and earned her time to show her dog. Even if he is obstinate.
Did I mention we were held hostage in a sheep pin for 11 hours? Makes me glad it will be a whole year until we might possibly have to do this again : ) It also gives me a lot of respect for the families that show farm animals and basically camp out for a week. Although fun, it is hot and dirty and cramped and hot. But at least we had somewhere to hang out, otherwise the waiting would have been unbearable.
Should I mention the cinnamon sugar doughnuts and hot buttered corn on the cob we consumed while at the fair? Oh how I love the fair. I'm like templeton the rat man, I love fair food!