The weather has reverted to type. Rain. This has the advantage of making it a shorter day as a lot of the competitors go home early.
My father turns up for Doggo’s swansong despite the rain and Doggo has a ball, playing to the crowd as he basically high fives it around his last ever agility run. A sad but glorious moment that brings a lump to the old throat and not only me but apparently to some of his watching club mates too.
After our successes yesterday, I’m probably trying too hard with MD or we’re both knackered. Two eliminations and a five faults, although not bad runs brings us nothing but then he finishes off the weekend with a 5th place.
(Sunday 26th July)