Last night was the last Monday night practice for Baby, the irreverent DoberDiva, before Sunday’s AKC trial.  You know the one where she just needs to pass to get her CD?

Well. she did the moving exercises so fine the instructor even said she’d most likely do better in the ring than her dog.  Eeegads!  But when we got to the stays, FORGET IT!  She got up on her sit and took a stroll.  On her down, she got up and ran to the rodeo stalls to sniff the doo-doo even with her mom (me!) calling her back.  Then she went down on her sit, and stood on her down.  We practiced for a long time, until I ended up leashing her and starting back from 6 feet away, which won’t wash for the AKC trial on Sunday.  But she stayed.  Sort of.  I had to talk to her along the way to make her stay, the little witch!   (Mind you, at home, she does the stays consistently every night!)

There is a practice match on Friday for this very trial, which I am now thinking of going to with the beast in tow since her lack of respect for authority (me) has developed so fine.  I am sure she is going to surprise me with whatever she has on her mind, as in a leftover grudge from something I did during her childhood that she’s still has on her payback list.  I hope I don’t end up having to pry the clicker out of her nose!

Helen