When I saw the sheep that morning, I had trouble visualizing a good result.
The sheep didn't want to stay in one spot, even with a person and dog attempting to hold them in place. When given a chance, the sheep wanted to bolt back to their buddies in the set out pen.
Caeli and I walked to the post. I took a couple of big breaths and waited for the sheep to settle. Looking down, I see that her eyes are on the sheep and she is trembling.
Taking another deep breath, I sent her.
And at some point, the months of training, the work on a variety of different sheep, the mistakes, paid off.
We didn't have the prettiest run.
But we made it through the course.
When the sheep went into the pen and I closed the gate, I was shaking. I wasn't sure if I was amazed or relieved.
Caeli, though, was smiling and ready to try it again.