I’m happy for the opportunity but not for the result. Sunday morning was my first tracking test. It took place on the field behind me, about an hour drive from where we live. Everyone had to get up at 4 am so I could be there on time. They had seven tracks and seven dogs were entered, so I was lucky to get a spot. One dog didn’t come, so there ended up being six tracks.
At eight o’clock the participants draw their track number. Because I was the third name drawn to be in the test, Mom drew my track third. Yay, we got track one. Mom loves to be first so it is over and done with. Unfortunately, it was really done.
I was a bit wild and crazy and Mom had a hard time getting my tracking harness on me. We headed to the start. There is a flag at thirty yards. Up until that flag, you can request a restart. No need, I was tracking. Well, about two yards after the flag I started to play around. The ground was very wet, and there were a ton of great animal smells out there. Normally I am a hard, honest worker but my head was not in the tracking game Sunday morning. Somewhere along the route, we got the dreaded whistle. At the end of the day, you get a map of your track. Mine was 450 yards long with four turns. I survived just over half before I left and took my own new track at 230 yards, turn three.
The tracking board promptly displayed “next time” by my name. Mom was quite disappointed. They let me get back on track and finish and, of course, I ran it perfectly. Now I can join Emma, Bailie, and Olivia as a tracking test fail. Madison is the only one who passed on the first try and she was only eight months old! Who needs that kind of perfection in the family to be held over one’s head? Anyway, I had the opportunity, and one judge who has judged many of my siblings failures gave us some good tips of things to work on. Hopefully we will be able to try again in the spring. TD tests are very hard to find.
We headed back home. Olivia was a real sour puss having to sit in the car all morning for nothing. To my defense I reminded her of all the days I have already spent in the car for her and her nose work trials. I felt bad because I wasn’t my usual honest, hard working self. A title would have been nice. Mom used the drive home to clear her head. The opportunity will hopefully come again and we will succeed at that time. A fail is just an excuse to get to run another track! In case you didn’t figure it out on the board, only two dogs of six passed, so we were not the only ones!
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