Last night, Maree had a spa night at the health place in Wexford. We
needed it. Today we continued with the purge but between lots, I took out Frank’s young Don and just got him to get behind his sheep a few times and
then put him away. Yesterday we took him to Toddy’s to take advantage
of his round pen, which only confused young Don. Toddy has a gang of
quieter sheep, which made easier for me. I always forget, from one
young dog to the next, how much running around there is at the
beginning–chaos, until you get a bit of order bestowed upon the job.
Maree and I took off in the afternoon for a couple of real errands and
then looked at the dogs at Ned O’Keeffe’s, at New Ross. He had a great
looking bitch just turned two, who already had won an open trial. I
have alerted my friend who is interested and we will see if it comes
together. I really went to look at a young dog, eight months old, but
he was just a bit too young for me. I need something ready to train
and this one was a galavanting young pup. The scenery on the way there was spectacular.