Daisy, Cybi and I had quite the adventure over the start of Easter Weekend. We had a stab at a full weekend (well, three days) of Canicross up at Catton Hall in Derbyshire. The original plan was to have one dog in the Novice event and one in the short course each day, and perhaps switch them, but it became obvious that while I was running each of them on their own for the first time, Daisy had much more confidence than Cybi and was much more willing to charge blithely along. So she got stuck with towing me along the Novice course, while boy dog managed to get away with only having to run 1.5km per day.
Weather conditions were mixed, to say the least, but improved drastically over the weekend. And we had a really fun time. Daisy and I won the Novice run on the first day (over a shortened and, importantly, flat course) and then were emphatically beaten on days two and three. I'd love to blame the fact that our opposition was a good four inches taller (me) and probably 30kg heavier (Daisy - she is a titchy little collie, and the other dog was an incredibly handsome, huge, European-bred Dobermann)...but I fear the fault lies entirely with me, and my ability to run uphill. I'm very bad at it indeed. Daisy was fine, and did her best, but there's a limit to what she can do in the face of my inability to run fast. So training on running up hills for me, while they get to just chill - they are quick enough already!
Cybi and I won the short course, which was nice. We came out in front on each of the three days, though at least by day three Cybi was towing me - on day one he just minced his way along the path, avoiding the mud and wet spots, and generally not contributing to overall speed at all. It's one of the reasons he'd never have made it as a farm collie - he hates getting his feet wet.
Daisy giving it some beans on the left; Cybi getting the general gist but not really figuring out directions on the right...

I grew up with dogs, but haven't been able to have one for years. Now I can. I am the unbelievably proud owner of a mostly border collie called Daisy and a border collie called Cybi, and since people have started rolling their eyes when I mention my dogs, I thought I'd better write it all down instead.
Wednesday, 11 March 2015
Saturday, 7 March 2015
Being the Best Citizen at Crufts
My dogs and I have in theory been following the Good Citizen
Dog Scheme syllabus in training classes for quite a while now, but courtesy of
an extended period where I couldn’t walk without crutches, Daisy got to take a
break after her Puppy class, and as a result was about ready to take her Bronze
just before Crufts. Our trainer at Ashlawn suggested we might like to take the
test actually at Crufts itself, as part of the demonstration of skills that
goes on in the education area.
So we sent in our application, and were rather delighted to
be accepted to take our test on the Thursday. The day itself didn’t get off to
a flying start when: 1. we were half an hour late (despite only living down the
road from the NEC) due to an accident and missing the pre-demo/test briefing
and 2. while waiting in line to go in for the first demo, Daisy expressing her
disapproval at the very close proximity of an absolutely enormous GSD inviting
her to play and growling a bit. Cue lots of muttered discussion from the
coordinators about if there was any hint of temperamental unsoundness I
couldn’t be allowed to do the demo and would have to take the dog home, and my
trying to suggest that she was probably just a bit intimidated by the enormous
puppy that had just socked her with a dinner-plate sized foot and that she
would be fine once moving.
Part of me was ready to just pack up there and then, but I
plastered a smile on, and the demo proceeded without a hitch. Daisy worked
beautifully, as did all the other dogs in the ring.
Then we went for a wander round the show. In retrospect,
this was probably very unfair to Daisy, as she’s only a knee-height dog, but
she handled the crowds and the noise and the chaos really, really well. In fact
she was super interested in everything going on, especially the food stalls
that had samples laid out at dog height, ready to be tried. I ended up buying
her small bags of a number of things based off which treats and foods she
pulled hardest to be allowed to have!
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Canidae went down well |
Then back to the bench (the allocated resting area for each
dog) for a quick snooze (both of us), drink (both of us) and a brush over
(Daisy; my hair was beyond redemption) before the next demo. By the second time
in the ring, Daisy had identified that people were looking at her, and she
trotted in, tail waving and really turned on the charm for the audience, little
horror that she is. She was starting to
flag though, so we had a bit of a quiet time back at the bench, and a gentle
stroll around the education area…where I bumped into two handlers that I had
been on Young Kennel Club camps with as a 13/14 year old. Amazing how so much
time has passed, and yet shared interests give you something to just pick up
on, like you only saw each other last week.
Finally: the test itself. There was a larger crowd watching
this than there had been earlier in the day, and a compere who was giving
running commentary on each dog which ratcheted up the stress a bit. Also a very
thorough, though very nice, judge. I was pretty confident, based on the two
demos, that everyone in the ring (7 of us) were going to pass but you can never
be completely certain! Daisy’s test started well with her heelwork and going
through the gate – didn’t put a paw wrong, and really showed off in the
heelwork round the outside of the ring; she trotted along like a little Arab
horse, on a nice loose lead with tail waving like she was having the best time
ever (though with all those people watching she probably was). Ditto all the
staying away from distractions and walking in and out of other dogs (which had
been a huge challenge for her in training as she wants to go and say hello to
EVERYONE). For the examination of dog and grooming I had her lie down rather
than stand, as she was obviously getting tired, and by the time the judge got
to us to assess whether the dog was ok being brushed and looked at in her eyes,
ears, mouth, feet etc, Daisy was lying with her eyes closed, practically asleep
and not really responding to having her paws prodded or her tummy brushed,
except to wag her tail a bit when she heard her name. Bless.
Given her tiredness, the down stay also wasn’t a challenge,
and so we successful passed our Bronze Good Citizen test at Crufts. We got the
standard passing rosette, and also a rather lovely Crufts 2015 souvenir one,
which was a bit special.
So I’m terribly proud of my little Daisy, and we’re going
onwards and upwards to the Silver test…
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