Pongo gets a drink of water in the truck. |
Each trial we have been to has done things a little different. Sometimes elements are run simultaneously, sometimes back-to-back. There are always 40 dogs divided into two groups of 20. Yesterday we were in Group B, Team No. 6. I liked being at the front of our group, but the Oakville trial ran the containers and exterior elements back-to-back so that teams went directly to the exterior hide after finishing with containers. That meant that we had a long wait time before we even started, as Group A ran through two elements first.
Our number did not come up until almost 11:30 am.
Pongo rocked through containers. Next we went out a side door of the high school to a flagged-off area that included grass and the side of the building. Pongo got to work after looking out at all the people standing around watching. I felt cautious, noting that he took interest in a couple different spots, but not wanting to make a mistake, let him keep going, then directing him back to the areas he'd shown interest before. I called alert when he stopped again and stuck to a utility cylinder next to the wall. YES! Relief and excitement washed over me. We'd made it through the first half of the day!
At the truck, playing the waiting game. |
We went back to the truck to wait. Thankfully, they reversed the order in the afternoon and Group B would go first after lunch. We purchased delicious baked potatoes from a concession stand inside the school which was being run to raise money for a senior class trip. We felt good about supporting such a small town school and were delighted to not have to leave to find something to eat.
The afternoon elements started with vehicles and then the interior search. Pongo seemed perky and ready to go. But when we came through the door to the vehicle search which was in a covered area open at both ends between school buildings, Pongo froze. He looked at all the people standing in a line with timers or clipboards in their hands. He sniffed the air. The wind was blowing as if through a tunnel. I took Pongo to the first vehicle and he started sniffing. But at the end of each vehicle, he seemed to pause, distracted, and I had to turn him around and get him to go down the other side. I started feeling nervous. It felt as if I were in a vacuum, time getting sucked away. I remembered the advice of the judge at our last trial. "You have to get your dog around all three vehicles."
The vehicles were parked side by side, parallel to each other with ample walking distance in between. We ended up back at the first vehicle and Pongo showed a lot of interest at the back left wheel. I wasn't sure if that was it, so I let him work it around to the other side. At this point, I thought the odor was blowing under the vehicle, but Pongo was not giving me any strong signals. We ran out of time. The judge verified that Pongo had been in odor at the rear left wheel, but that the hide was in the hitch on the tailgate. Pongo had walked right past it.
I buyoed my spirits as we went indoors to the interior and the last hide. Dogs are allowed to be worked on or off leash, and Pongo has typically done well being off, so I started that way. But as time passed, I felt he was not working the whole room and I put him back on the leash. I called alert just in the nick of time. The entire room let out a big sigh as if they had been holding their breath.
"I'll call that 2:59." the judge said. There was nervous laughter.
"What a good boy, Po!" We hurried out of the room and back to the truck.
Rather than stay for the award ceremony which was still hours away, we decided to leave. We were tired and feeling defeated. On the way home, we stopped in Olympia to look around. As close as it is to us, I've never spent any time exploring there. We took a downtown exit and left the truck at Heritage Park. Pongo and I walked in the beautiful sunshine on the edge of Capitol Lake.
Next Del and I looked for a place to eat an early dinner. We wandered into the 5th Avenue Sandwich shop. I loved the old jazz music and pictures on the wall. Service was reasonably quick but the sandwiches were to die for. Made from homemade bread daily, they were just running out of bread and closed after serving us. I had a melted four cheese sandwich with an avocado spread and spinach. It hit the spot! Perfect on a crisp February day. Del ordered a club sandwich without the bacon, but the waiter brought the thick slices of bacon on the side, trying to convince Del that it would be worth eating. My husband, being a very particular eater, especially when it comes to bacon, declined. Instead, the bacon went in a TO GO box where Pongo, waiting dutifully in the truck, devoured it immediately without question.