Same story, different day

Legend and I went to and NW3 this weekend.  We didn't pass.  It wasn't our best try and it wasn't our worst.   I'll skip all the details this time around. Because that's not what really matters. 

Two of my friends lost their geriatric dogs this weekend.  Reading this news while spending the weekend trialing with my own older girl reminded me that passing or failing is not important.  What matters is I had the chance to spend the day doing what we love.  That I got to take her home with me.  That hopefully we get to try again someday.  Because in the end, it won't be more more Qs, or more ribbons, or more titles that I'll be wishing for.  It will be more time. 

Hug your dogs.