Monday, August 08, 2005
Oh the happiness. The frisbees. The barking.
Spent three days at the annual Kingston Sheepdog Trials, now in its 18th glorious year.
The pastures at Grassy Creek Park roll down to an unexpected sand beach on the St. Lawrence.
Dogs and trainers move sheep thru gates or try to sort out the few with red collars on.
Dogs play fly-ball.
And since spectator dogs are welcome, for every one of the 100-plus dogs in the herding events and Freestyle Dance (yes!) events, there are another 50 dogs watching, whimpering, barking, straining.
"Let me at the flying fuzzy thing he's got."
"Hey hey hey, that sheep in the back is looking the other way!"
"A little help? I'm here, I'm here! Me!"
The fly-ball demonstration--dog relay teams jumping hurdles--is about 90% airborne.
On a sunny afternoon, double the moving shapes for flying dogs and their scooting shadows three or four feet below.
There is nothing a border collie would not do to grab a rope, a pulltoy or to just get much crazier than usual. Here is the proof.
Perfect weather. Dog people. Happy mutts. Sweet.