Well, a Lure Coursing meet today.
As always, Socks bloody tiresome—excited so barking, whining, jumping up, pulling on the lead etc—pretty much all dogs are like that, excited because they can see/smell/hear all the other dogs there and after a meet or two they know they are going to run like blazes!
First run—I thought average but was enthusiastically praised “as fast as any whippet!” Not bad but I was thinking “whippet snippet, she can do better!” So after lunch—well, I went to see what number they were up to, we were number 24 and I wanted to see what number the current dog was doing. I had left Socks in the car. It was a lovely day with full sunshine—how Antarctic like, NOT
—so I had all the windows open incl right front window open, ohh 20cm? 25?
Suddenly I hear “Escaped!” Yup, despite her really deep chest the bloody dog had managed to squeeze through the narrow space. Back in the car, looked at the number, ah we are up after 1 or two other dogs.
So, get the mutt, walk her to warm her body up, head to the queue and soon enough we were in the ring—a huge showgrounds oval. Lead off, firm hand on her collar, walk her up to the start position. “Tallyho!” and I let her go.
Well, her speed and concentration caused jaws to drop. Far out she was fast! So glorious to see! Any whippets running at the same time would have been eating Sock’s dust!