(First - name the movie that title was inspired by!)
Saturday was ummmmm, interesting. We were brought back to earth by the dog show gods - after our big double major weekend two weeks ago, yesterday Sally was 4th in the Bred-by class. 4th out of 4. Ouch.
On the good side, the judge liked brother Tommy and Mama Scout - Tommy got Reserve and Scout was BOB.
Sally and I were both a bit off yesterday - we got in very late to the hotel, and lazy me did not take a crate inside for her. I think she had trouble settling down because of that. Then we had an 8 o'clock ring time, the hairdryer in the hotel room wouldn't work, and at 6:30 in the morning it was already 85 and 110% humidity or as we call it, "air you can wear." It was also Sally's first time at a big show - noisy and lots of people and dogs - and it didn't even hit me until late yesterday afternoon that I had not even thought about how difficult that probably was for her. Any or none of these could have contributed to it - but it just was not our day.
We all crashed early last night and today was a better day. Sally and I walked around a good bit before we went in the ring I played "hooman pez dispenser" and gave her lots of treats. We were both more relaxed and it showed in how she moved in the ring. And I was pleased as punch when the judge gave her Winner's Bitch and a 5 point major. That gets her to 14 points.