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World Trial!


We are here!!!!

After getting settled on Monday, we (of course) went to the trial field and checked it out. What can we say? All if the fields are nice. Each has its own unique challenge, and all are equal.

Tuesday was check in day. We spent quite a bit of time walking our courses, then dud the formal check in and received our packets. And then went back home for a short break and long dog walk before the parade.

It is real. We are here. We are running!!!




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Inverness Etc


Wow, are we behind on the blogs!

We left Inverness on Monday morning and headed north to Nigg and the Pitzcalean House (which I am quite sure I misspelled). Of course we took the country roads instead if the A9, and beautiful they were.

And they led us to the smallest ferry in Scotland. We seem to have a penchant for finding the smallest of ferries on this trip, and I am totally to blame.

When we left Bute, the ferry was the shortest crossing; going to Nigg, we had a larger crossing (15 minutes?), but the smallest ferry. Drive in the bow, stop on a TURNTABLE, and stay seat belted in while they turn the car around. Then drive off at the far end.

It felt like being on a very large microwave turntable…. In theory they can fit three cars. I dunno, maybe three Smart Cars? But not…

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Details from Jim and Fleet’s practice runs before the Worlds.


Vegging out. Incredibly lazy. That would be us tonight, settled in at Kinkell House in Inverness, and ordering pizza. Delivery pizza. From Domino’s. Cheese and sausage, to be precise, to arrive in about an hour.

Is that sad, or what?

We cannot claim that it was a stressful day. We departed the Creag ne Dav B&B in Ivermoriston after a wonderful breakfast, and drove a leisurely 8 miles to today’s sheepdog trial. Another beautiful course, opening beautifully toward the top, and with a few minor rolls, with fit and lively blackface ewes that were often difficult to spot. The weather was a tad variable, but light rain and fog on the hills prevailed until mid afternoon.

Both Cheryl and I booked in for early runs (yes, I know that it’s generally a better strategy to wait until late morning or early afternoon, but we were pushing the dogs and our…

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Dog Jail

Mick’s father, Fleet, and his breeder, Cheryl Jagger-Williams in Scotland for the Internationals!


Not really. Jim, Fleet, Cheryl, and myself in front of the Inverness Town Hall on our evening walk.


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Dogs and Murder: A Meditation on First-Degree Fun

Confessions about the secret thrill we get from the wolfishness of our dogs.

A Writer and Her Dog: The Story of Chili

A dog-tale of love and perseverance for your Sunday.

Nina and the Snakeslayer

Cats and dogs and snakes–oh, my!