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Day 2: same club and same location as yesterday, but different judges. Saturday’s judges knew Carlin, as we often practice together at Scatter Creek, Washington. Having a personal relationship didn’t hurt his cause. But the judges on Day 2 were relative strangers. They were known to have sharp pencils and had lots of experience running and judging accomplished dogs. So we were not expecting to be given any slack.

On Sunday, it was a good 10° cooler and since we now running as the 4th dog of the day, we got a cool start. Carlin put up his first bird at mid-course, and then sat while the gunner dropped it down further down the course.

Carllin quarters at full speed through tall grass

Carlin quarters at full speed through tall grass

The judges tapped my shoulder for a release, and upon my release to Carlin, he zoomed straight out and straight back with the bird delivered to my hand. Text book awesome.

Carlin heads out to pick up a pheasant

Carlin heads out to pick up a pheasant

We continued up the course where Carlin caught the scent of a bird near the edge of huge cluster of Scotch broom and blackberry brambles. He circled the cluster and then dove in to root out a bird.

The brown spot in the center is Carlin forcing out a pheasant from heavy cover

The brown spot in the center with a pink tongue is Carlin forcing out a pheasant from heavy cover

It flushed, the gunners missed, and I had no idea where Carlin was because I was on the other side of the cover. So were the judges. Was he steady? Apparently so. I called him in back, and as soon as I pulled broken-off pieces of blackberry vine out of his topknot, we were done with the land series.

Carlin takes a break while the judges record their scores for his last flush

Carlin takes a break while the judges record their scores for his last flush

For Sunday’s hunt dead test, we were the second dog to run. Only 4 out of 9 dogs running masters qualified on the land series and made it this far. (We were dumb struck by our good fortune.) A cross breeze had come up, and so I lined Carlin up downwind for this 5 minute test and he nailed the bird in under a minute. On to the water . . . .

Same scenario as yesterday, but now Carlin knew that there was not a bird across the river next to the bird handlers. I got him to focus on the bank directly across from us and I sent him with a “Back” command. He immediately cut left and ran the near bank and refused to enter the water.

WTF? I pleaded with my whistle, hands, and because I was under the observation of 3 judges, I limited my verbal commands to skip the traditional 4 letter words. After about 3 minutes of running up and down bank ignoring my commands (a very bad thing), he jumped into the river, swam across, grabbed the bird, swam back, and handed it off like nothing unusual had taken place.

I leashed him up while the judges conferred, gesticulated, shrugged, etc. for several long moments. Finally, they said they would let me try for the water retrieve to see if he altered their opinion. No pressure. Carlin sat at my side, the bird went up, the shot report came across the river, the bird hit with a splash while Carlin calmly sat and watched. The judge tapped for a release, I sent Carlin, and off he went, straight out, straight back, bird to hand. More judges conferring, scribbling on their score sheets, gesturing. To be determined.

Well, once again, his stellar land work and marked water retrieve saved our asses and Carlin passed another Master test. Other than this water blind debacle, his scores were mostly 9s. We looked at the score sheets later, and noticed that the Trainability score for the water blind had been scribbled out and changed. Perhaps that change put his Trainability score just enough so we did not NQ.

To celebrate, three of us decided it was time to go swimming in the Luckiamute River. Both Tooey and Patrice were troopers in the heat and fully enjoyed Carlin’s Master passes from the cool of the water.

Back into the Luckiamute river for the love of water

Back into the Luckiamute river for the love of water

Patrice and Tooey washing away the tension of watching Carlin's first Master passes.

Patrice and Tooey washing away the tension of watching Carlin’s second Master pass

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Two Master ribbons

Life is good. And we do it all again in two weeks.

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… is very… something. I tried all morning, while working on The Ball is Out There flyball tournament, to figure out what I was feeling.

I’d known for quite awhile that Cooper wasn’t going to be with me. Russ and I had decided to put our time and effort with Cooper into hunt training and testing. And with hunt test season starting up in earnest, there would be no time for Cooper to practice flyball or go the tournament.

But I’m a team player, so I volunteered to go out yesterday with the my X-Fidos teammates to help out at the Canby fairground. My official job was “sticker runner” (essentially posting the times and wins on a board after each race), but I did a bunch of other things, too.

button for volunteering at The Ball Is Out There flyball tournament

I learned how to line judge, and did both line judging and box judging. Basically, these positions help the official judge know when a dog has dropped a ball, skipped a hurdle, crossed the line too early, etc. I also had a chance to observe the people at the scoring table enter the stats on the official sheets that are turned into NAFA. And I was a go-fer, getting coffee for people who couldn’t leave their seats, lending my jacket, helping to organize the next day’s prizes, finding a judge’s lost stopwatch, etc. A full day, even without Cooper.

But all day, I felt this heavy weight under my ribs. I wanted Cooper with me, and I wanted to be running him.

Of course, getting to run a dog is never a sure thing. In the last tournament, he was a butthead, being kind of snarky at the other dogs. Not good, and enough to keep him out of the races. And I can’t forget that his toenails keep breaking and he’s got this thing going on with his spine.

Maybe he won’t ever run flyball again — I guess that’s the fear and sadness I was feeling. Maybe his behavior got him out of the game, and his health won’t let him try again.

I hope that’s not the case. I know he loves flyball, and I do, too.

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Or, at least, sometimes you don’t win. They’re not exactly the same thing. That’s what I’m trying to tell myself.

Take the most recent Rose City Classic dog shows. Both my dogs looked good. Stacy made Tooey look like a real show princess, and Tammy neatened up Cooper’s gundog cut. They’re both good looking dogs with nice movement.

But neither Tooey nor Cooper won Winners in the ring. Tooey came in first in her puppy class on one of the days, but then lost out to another beautiful bitch. Cooper came in 2nd and 3rd in his Open class on the two days — not enough to progress to the next level. So neither of them “lost” exactly — they just didn’t win.

And then there was last weekend’s Pineapple Express Flyball Tournament. Had Cooper been behaving himself consistently, he would have been much more likely to run more of the 64 possible heats. Instead, he got to run only 10 heats. The captain (rightly) pulled him because he was snarking at the teammate-dogs who were passing him at the start gate. And then, in a couple of the heats that he did get to run, some other dog on the team fouled — dropped the ball, ran outside a hurdle, or something.

All that led to fewer points than possible. Not exactly a loss — after all, he did get some points, and all the points count. He just didn’t do as well as I had hoped going into the tournament.

I think what went wrong was similar in both venues: a combination of handler error, overly high expectations, really good competition, and dogs who need more training and practice.

So what do we do? Get over the discouragement. Lower expectations. Maintain hope. Devise better practice. Work on it. Get support. And give it back.

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The big flyball tournament is coming up in just two weeks, so it’s time to focus the practice. Going into this weekend, the big questions for Cooper were:

  • Can he do a decent box turn?
  • Can he pass another dog without stopping to discuss?

Yes, and it depends. Take a look at this video of yesterday’s flyball Fun Match:

So, yes he can do a decent box turn. What we’re looking for is called a swimmer’s turn. Hit the box sideways with all four feet (triggering the ball), grab the ball, and push off with same said four feet.

You might notice a clear barrier right in front of the box — that’s there to force Cooper to pick up his back feet just before he hits the box. Otherwise, it would be way too easy for him to hit the box with just his front feet. That’s not only slower, it can also cause injury to the dog’s shoulders over time. We’ll use that barrier at all times except in the actual tournament, just to build in the muscle memory of the swimmer’s turn.

And can he pass another dog? Well, it depends. In the video, Cooper did really well passing a little, light-colored dog, and today in regular practice, he did fine passing a Chihuahua, going straight out to the box and straight back. And he’s fine with all dogs when he’s returning to me with the ball.

But he’s not so fine going out, passing bigger dogs who are coming back. With those dogs, he turns his head and body toward the other dog, slowing himself and the other dog way down. It’s not clear why he’s doing that — lack of confidence? trying to protect me from this big dog that’s rushing toward me? trying to play? challenging the other dog? But whatever the reason, whenever he does that, he gets pulled from the race and doesn’t get to play any more for awhile.

You can see in the video that he REALLY wants to play. I’m hoping that not letting him play every time he pulls that stunt will get the message through: Ignore the other dog and GO GET THE BALL!

So it’s clear: We need more practice. More chances to do it right and keep playing. More chances to do it wrong and get pulled. More chances for the connection to be made and the light bulb go on.

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Cooper’s new flyball title is shown in the NAFA database. His 308 points earms him a solid Flyball Dog Excellent (FDX), and puts him more than halfway toward his Flyball Dog Champion (FDCh). It also puts him 6th in the rankings of Irish Water Spaniels. Woo hoo!

NAFA_database_IWSYou can see it for real by going here: http://nafadb.flyball.org/public.shtml, clicking “Breed Analysis”, and scrolling down to “Irish Water Spaniels”.

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Steve, one of the X-Fidos flyball team captains at the “Fun Fair All” tournament, has just posted a video of bits and pieces of Saturday’s action.

Cooper shows up in the opening box-turn segment at about 00:11 and again as the 4th dog in the full race segment at 00:32-00:55. He shows up once more, just for a second, as he starts to veer off into the other lane (ARGH!) at 01:47.

The segment from 02:30 to 02:50 show the tricks and games that people did during lunchtime break.

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At this past weekend’s “Fun Fair All” flyball tournament, Cooper earned his FDX (Flyball Dog Excellent) title from NAFA (North American Flyball Association)!

Cooper jumping over hurdle

Cooper jumping over hurdle

Cooper at the start of a box turn

Cooper at the start of a box turn

To get this title, Cooper had to run fast enough, with no errors, and in enough NAFA-sanctioned flyball heats to win at least 200 points.

It’s both an individual title and a team effort. Each heat has to be finished successfully by all 4 dogs running the heat — no passing early, no dropping the ball, no stealing the ball, no running off into other lanes, no interfering with the other team, no missing any of the hurdles, no helping by any of the people — everything has to be perfect.

And then the team of 4 dogs has to run the heat fast enough. If a heat is run in under 24 seconds, each dog receives 25 points toward a title. If under 28 seconds, then 5 points, and if under 32 seconds, then 1 point.

Cooper’s points are based on the results that were posted at the tournament, so they’re not “official.” In about a month or so, we should get the confirmation from NAFA.

Cooper runs reasonably fast — he averages about 6.5 seconds, and his fastest last weekend was 5.55 seconds. (His slowest was just over 12 seconds. That run, with it’s beautiful recovery, was described in the previous post.)

I am thrilled. Just the practices before, he was STILL running off into the other lanes to chase the other dogs. To have him run so many heats so fast and with so few errors… It’s an unexpected and exciting pleasure.

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