I knew it. After several years of sheepherding lessons (as a favor to this little bitch, I'll have you know), I entered my first trial ever. Bummer! I really was looking forward to get in for our run, although I thought the sheep looked a little spooked. At first, things were going pretty well, but then the sheep went apeshit and split for the exit gate. We made a valiant try to dig them out, but they scattered -- as did Airlie's (and my own, if truth be told) composure. The seep went in all directions, and Airlie picked one of them and bolted for it. Unfortunately, she got so excited that she go a mouth full of wool -- an automatic DQ. (Dog is not allowed to bite ("grip") the sheep) Great! First trial. Public humiliation. Needless to say, I wasn't (and am still not) a happy camper. Why does it always seem so much better at the lessons? Oh, well, we'll try again today (7/4); guess I'm a glutton for punishment. For (a lot) more photos from the trial, see: http://www.pbase.com/dsteinauer/trialberryville7304