SUMMARY: She's just a good girl
We had our final run this morning pretty early. Fog, as usual, had descended in that area overnight and made the grass quite damp. I saw several dogs slip and fall; didn't want Tika to do that. Also wasn't sure whether she'd want to run or would start coughing or what, so I tried to take it easy.
That didn't work well at the beginning--she shot off the startline and I barely got in my first front cross. She slowed through the run and almost stopped before the last two jumps ( after earlier knocking a bar and going off course) but completed it, with a crowd cheering us on the whole way.
She did cough a bit right after that, but not a lot, so it was OK.
I didn't cry too much, just some while I was getting all the hugs from so very many of our agility friends who've been with us through thick and thin; who supported us, teamed with us and sometimes even Qed and won with us, encouraged us, cried with us, laughed with us, and all the rest. What a great group of people.
I brought a cake. A huge cake.
She expressed curiosity about the cake.
I encouraged her repeatedly to put her paws up on the table to try to get a photo of her looking at her cake. I think she thought that this was some kind of trick, but eventually she did.
And she didn't waste any stupid time by merely stupid *looking* at the cake. That had not been part of my plan.
So I cut that huge hunk out and the Merle Girls each got a piece of gooey sugary yummy retirement cake.
Tomorrow, more about the weekend and hopefully some videos.
(Thanks to Jean Danver for the photos.)