Saved. Again. And Again.

Woohoo, what a week. Getting some stuff broke, attempting to fix, and failing. Luckily Diane was there to help. Really am fortunate to have her...beyond like living with my training partner/coach it is nice to have someone so understanding of the sport and the type of life I live sitting in the chair next to me. Not to mention she lets me get lots of doggies xD But really I understand how lucky I am, constantly reminded by other juniors... and even some adults. Granted its not all fun and games to have a mother who knows the path you are taking. Hence yeah I surprise her so often ;D My motto is: Wing It! She should know better then to expect the expected. Annoying it is to have someone who knows more than you at your passion, but at the same time useful to not make the same mistakes. Something I find incredibly useful with raising Whimzy. Honestly don't think she would be anywhere near where ready to go in the ring if I didn't have Kenzie to watch grow up. Whimzy after all is a border collie painted blonde with a collie head. I think people are often puzzled by the relationship my mother, yes I call her Diane, and I share. I would be too. Okay...I am. But it works, some days she is mom, sometimes Diane, and occasionally she is DIANE! Okay way off task, swear I had something else in mind entirely when I sat down, but after 6 hours of agility I can barely remember which keys to press.