Undeterred by our poor showing in competition on Friday, we went back for more on Sunday. In Standard, Chico went off course, had trouble with the weave poles and did something else “wrong” that I can’t quite recall, BUT he made all his contacts (jumping off the A-frame before entering the contact zone during competitions has been a real issue for months). And in Jumpers, the course was again challenging, and he took down a bar and made a couple other mistakes, so not a qualifying run, but I remembered the course, and maintained my composure and finished the run.

Then we found a place for a kiddie size vanilla soft serve cone, our post trial treat and found a place with water access.

Nary a word about a dog policy.

Gazilions of broken clam shells.

Open space.

And interesting things washed up by the tide.