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Sunday, May 20, 2007

"The Bluegrass"

The Bluegrass Classic Stock Dog Trial in Lexington, Kentucky, is one of the oldest and most popular and prestigious Border Collie trials in this country. It draws top handlers from all over and we are very fortunate to have this wonderful venue right in our backyard. Between visiting with friends, watching the sheep and dogs and fitting in a little spinning, this is by far my favorite weekend of the year.

This year was especially enjoyable because I took McTeagle with me on Saturday. He was good company for me and a popular destination for everyone else. He had fun visiting with his previous mom and several of his favorite aunts and there are probably more than a few Border Collies that walked away shaking their heads upon seeing a sheep on a leash.



Towards the end of the day I took a break and sat out in front of the Punkin’s Patch tent and watched several nice runs. McTeagle sat down next to me and watched as well.


While I could listen to the whistles and watch those amazing dogs all day, perhaps my favorite part is when the day's work is through and they turn all the sheep out on the course to graze.


Good night my friends. Travel home safe.

3 comments:

~Tonia~ said...

Sounds like a great time. Looks like McTeagle had a good time as well. I am sure that every one enjoyed seeing him. I would so love to see him. :)

nancyneverswept said...

How I wish I had been there this weekend, instead of staying home in order to "weave", and not getting that done either! I should have stood in bed.

sheepathome said...

I followed the load of sheep out the next morning to the weigh station. As I walked by the tractor trailor to get the weigh bill from the driver, lamb heads popped out and said "Eleanor, please take us home with you--we heard all about life at your house." I looked up with teary eyes and thanked them for being good sheep and giving us such pleasure at the dog trial. I wished them a safe journey and explained I had no room for them. The truckload of sheep tugs at my heartstrings every year.