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parking lot. I go to bed early and drive back<br />
to the fairgrounds at dawn.<br />
At ringside I tell myself the usual<br />
things: relax, this is only a game; I'm here<br />
to have a good time; nothing to worry about.<br />
Wish I hadn't forgotten my Imodium. By<br />
the time it's my turn I'm so nervous I can<br />
hardly breathe.<br />
But in spite of my tension, in spite of<br />
my handler errors, Magic does well. She's<br />
distracted as usual, but has enough focus to<br />
earn her second UD leg. In fact, she's the<br />
only one who passes UtilityA that day, and<br />
therefore earns first place.<br />
There are prizes for all who qualify. In<br />
addition to her blue ribbon, Magic gets a<br />
tennis ball, a lovely framed certificate, and a<br />
squeaky toy. These gifts couldn't have cost<br />
the club very much, but what a difference<br />
they make! It feels good to be able to give<br />
Magic a tangible reward for her efforts right<br />
away, and to have a small reminder of a<br />
very special day.<br />
I'm thrilled, but it doesn't seem quite<br />
right that we should be in first place. I<br />
know that other dogs looked sharper,<br />
sat straighter and more quickly, looked<br />
up at their handler while heeling. Many<br />
of the competitors—handlers as well as<br />
dogs—presented a polished performance<br />
while Magic and I justbumbled along. But<br />
it's our day to shine, and I call Frank so he<br />
can share my happiness. He says he'll get<br />
a bottle of champagne to celebrate when<br />
we get home. I think that no matter what<br />
happens this afternoon or tomorrow, this<br />
is a wonderful weekend, and I'm so glad I<br />
came!<br />
Rosie has her CD but isn't ready for<br />
Open yet. I brought her along so she'll get<br />
used to the sounds, smells, and excitement<br />
of dog shows, and because I like her<br />
company. She's a gentle, mellow dog,<br />
not prone to chase ducks or squirrels. I've<br />
entered her in Rally 1, about which I know<br />
very little. From what I've read it sounds<br />
like a more relaxed kind of competition<br />
thanobedienceand I look forwardto giving<br />
it a try.<br />
As I walk past the numbered cones<br />
of the rally ring and read what the dogs<br />
are expected to do, I am confident that<br />
Rosie can easily follow the instructions.<br />
It's not Rosie I'll have to worry about, but<br />
me. Some of the signs are confusing. The<br />
judge, who is as helpful as anyone could<br />
expect her to be, patiently explains the<br />
various moves. I ask herto explain again .<br />
In Other Words<br />
.. and again. Until I'm too embarrassed to<br />
tell her that I'm still confused.<br />
When it's our turn I'm surprised how<br />
quickly we get through the maze, and I<br />
know that Rosie did well. I'm proud of<br />
her, and hang around the ring to hear the<br />
scores. There were dozens of contestants,<br />
so hoping to place amongst the first four<br />
seems unreasonable. Butsince I've decided<br />
it's my lucky day, I'm optimistic.<br />
Before handing out the ribbons, the<br />
judge tells us how she's enjoyed all the<br />
performances and what marvelous dogs<br />
we have. I think about how lucky I am to<br />
be here with this group of people who've<br />
spent a day doing what we like best—life<br />
doesn't get much better than that.<br />
I'm now spending<br />
what used to be<br />
such a very special<br />
day for me in a barn<br />
where my children's<br />
phone calls can't<br />
reach me.<br />
I'ma little disappointed that Rosie isn't<br />
one ofthe four winners, but it doesn't spoil<br />
my good mood. I look at her score sheet<br />
to see how we did. What's this? Rosie<br />
lost only two points? I knew she did well,<br />
but that's fabulous! Then why didn't we<br />
place? Oh—no—40 points were lost due to<br />
handler error! Two for Rosie, 40 for me! I<br />
had better read the rally guidelines before<br />
subjecting my poor dog to all my mistakes<br />
again. I stroke Rosie's face and promise<br />
to buy her a squeaky toy as a reward for<br />
putting up with me.<br />
The club has done all it can to make<br />
their show as enjoyable as possible.<br />
Officials are dressed in aloha attire, and<br />
the evening meal is a luau with plenty of<br />
good food. Club members are helpful and<br />
friendly, and the event is well organized<br />
and runs smoothly. A good time is had by<br />
everyone —regardless of who qualified and<br />
who didn't.<br />
The next day is Sunday. Several hours<br />
pass before I remember that it's Mother's<br />
Day. I reflecton how my life has changed<br />
over the last two decades. After raising a<br />
verylargefamily andthentakingcareofmy<br />
own mother. Mother's Day seems to have<br />
lost its meaning—or at least the intensity<br />
of feelings it used to arouse. My mother is<br />
dead now, and my children live all over the<br />
globe: one in Paris; one in Las Vegas; one<br />
in LA; and six in Hawaii. I'm now spending<br />
what used to be such a very special day for<br />
me in a bam where my children's phone<br />
calls can't reach me. What an impossible<br />
thought that would have been for me not so<br />
very long ago. The startling thing about it<br />
is that I am happy, that I wish for nothing<br />
I don't already have. It's a good way to<br />
feel.<br />
Magic lives up to her name today. She<br />
is magical. She's earns her Utility title at<br />
the age of 23 months. Again, I saw that<br />
other dogs were better, but Magic earns<br />
first place and I'm so proud of her I could<br />
burst. Friends and folks I didn't know were<br />
friends come over to congratulate me, it<br />
feels like a party. I'm urged to have our<br />
picture taken—getting a UD is worthy of<br />
a photograph. I decline. I'm out of wall<br />
space, I've never liked the way I look on<br />
photos, and I have morepictures ofmy dogs<br />
than I know what to do with. And I don't<br />
want to spend the money.<br />
I'm sitting ringside watching the rest<br />
of the trials when a club official comes to<br />
talk to me. "Heidi, our club is paying for<br />
a photograph of anyone who gets their<br />
UD today. Go get your dog and have your<br />
picture taken, we'll take care of the cost."<br />
I can't believe it. I know there was no<br />
such prize. These sweet people thought I<br />
couldn't afford to pay and pooled their<br />
money to help me out. I'm touched<br />
beyond words. What a lovely Mother's<br />
Day present! All the best people must live<br />
right here in Southem Oregon.<br />
"Thank you so much, everybody, but<br />
you misunderstand. I'm not poor, I'm just<br />
cheap. I can't take your money. But thank<br />
you."<br />
I have my picture taken with Magic,<br />
and I'mglad I did. We're both wearing leis,<br />
we display our loot—which now includes<br />
a giant pillow with a dog motif, and the<br />
judge, the handler, and the dog all smile.<br />
A day to remember. Mother's Day 2004.<br />
AUSSIE TIMES I <strong>July</strong>-<strong>Aug</strong>ust <strong>2005</strong> 117