Wuss, wuss, wuss

Well - our club's trial is over for another year. Plenty of moaning, but no major problems (few minor ones, either!). But I wussed out. Or came to my senses, depending on your point of view. I didn't bring Dax.
I realized that our first competition shouldn't be the one that I'm working like a (you'll excuse the expression) dog and not able to pay any attention to my dog. She deserves better than that.
So - thank you for the good wishes. I'll hoard them until we actually compete. Then I'll polish them up and share them with Dax.