Back then, 600 miles round-trip was a long way to travel for a dog trial. And, when you’re only running 1 dog in novice? Well, you gotta crack out somewhere. I cracked out in a desolate area of central California on a barren field alongside a feedlot with a mystery-breed, black and white ranch dog named Chica.
The novice always ran last and we hardy souls, there were about 4 of us, running in it sat around all day (think 7 hours) watching the open handlers on parade with *real* Border Collies, intimidated by their perceived skill, and waiting our turn to shine, or in my case, for a turn.
It came, and I was confident. Chica, a ranch remnant, completed the outrun, all 75 yards of it, and that’s where the trouble began. I couldn’t blow a whistle yet, but had managed to get voice flanks on my rough-edged, little dog. Try as I might, however, and as luck would have it, she wouldn’t take them…none of them…not one.
When the sheep zigged, I flanked Chica to cover, but she either ignored me outright, or went the wrong way. My collar tightened, so I did what came naturally, and raised my voice…same result. I raised it louder to my very best “outside” voice…no change, but in spite of me, Chica got sheep to my feet, and we were now to the pen!
Round and round for what felt like eternity, the sheep circled, the dog flying counter to every flank I delivered before time was mercifully called on our run. Mortified, I began to walk, alternately glaring at my dog, and staring at my boots. The imagined sound of derisive whispers rang in my ears, and that’s when I heard my name.
Our judge, George Grist, had beckoned to me. Oh Gawd! It was worse than I thought. I was so bad that I required attention!!! Did he speak to everyone after their run? Who knew?
For those of you who don’t know him, George Grist has helped many handlers get their start. He’s bred lots of good dogs, helped put working Border Collies on the map, but George is not the man you’d expect to see pictured beside the word “diplomatic” in the dictionary. Webster’s notwithstanding, in his most compassionate voice, George made me laugh when he gently asked; “Is your dog on backwards flanks?”
I went to George Grist when I was starting out with my first trial BC, not my first BC, almost 15 years ago.. I have often wondered about him.
ReplyDeleteWith my first Border Collie, a little red dog bred on a working farm in Virginia back in the early to mid 80's, we were running in Nov/Nov at an early trial in the northeast of the U.S. When I came off the field, actually accomplishing the course and doing fairly well with my natural dog, Walt Jagger's wife, Eleanor, greeted me with a direct look and quietly asked me the same question. For me, it was because I was giving the commands EXACTLY BACKWARDS!
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