WHWTCA Spotlight on Performance
- Spring 2004
Ch Camcrest-Rime Q'd
Up for Trouble TDX OA AXP OAJ AJP ME
"Awhoooo, Yip,
Yip, Grrrr; Awhoooo, Yip, Yip, Grrrr" echoes up to the
deck where my sister and I huddle in the blankets on this cold spring
night. I try to look brave but my sister knows I am as scared as she is.
"Awhoooo, Yip,
Yip, Grrrr; Awhoooo, Yip, Yip, Grrrr" -- "Coyotes
are trying to get over the fence and into the yard," my sister whispers
as she huddles closer. "Don't worry," I say, peering
out of the blankets, "I will protect you," hoping she does
not notice my shivers.
"Awhoooo, Yip,
Yip, Grrrr; Awhoooo, Yip, Yip, Grrrr" I hear them scratching
at the fence trying to dig under and into the yard below our deck.
"Bark! Bark!
Bark!" my sister sings as she bursts out the blankets and
goes to the railing. She is so cool, so brave; I cannot stay huddled where
I am so I jump up on the railing. "Bark! Bark! Bark!"
our fierce duet will certainly run them off. But their howls grow louder
as they jump higher and higher trying to scale the outer fence.
Uncle Sil comes out on the
deck, quietly picks us up into his warm, safe arms and brings us inside.
"What are you two little puppies doing out here so late at night
when you have a warm bed inside like the rest of us? Look, your doggy
door is open; you should have come inside by yourself."

He gets down on
the kitchen floor with us, and we climb all over his lap and bite his
toes and have the greatest time. He throws a ball so I race for it but
my sister gets there first. I tackler her and we go tumbling under the
kitchen table while the ball rolls off into the corner. Uncle Sil comes
after us and wants to box us with his head. We bite his hair and roll
around having tons of fun.
Too soon he sweeps us back
up into his arms and takes us to our crates. We want to play, we want
to play. But then he brings me to his face and some yummy cheese pops
out of his mouth just for me. Wow, Uncle Sil is so cool.
As
I settle into my crate, I whisper to my sister how cool Uncle Sil is.
She agrees but reminds me not to get my heart set on Uncle Sil because
his old dog does not want us little puppies around. "But Mr. Q is
our sire", I protest, "and I don't know why he always
growls at us". Lily says he's just a gruff old dog that is
jealous of anyone stealing his Pop's affection.
From the earliest days in the
whelping box, our dam told us story after story about how famous our grandma,
Puppy Do, and our sire, Mr. Q are. They got to do so much fun stuff with
Uncle Sil; why can't I? I fall asleep dreaming of following in their paw
prints with Uncle Sil at my side.
The next day, Uncle Sil takes
us on a walk in the woods. We smell deer tracks, climb under logs, and
wade through puddles. It's so much fun. Sometimes Uncle Sil tricks
us and we have to figure out how to get over some complicated or scary
thing to catch up with him. But it is always fun. The next day, on the
way back from a long hike in the woods, I stumble over a strong spot in
the grass. What is this? It is kind of familiar. I know I have smelled
this before. Oh no, I realize, this is a coyote print and pretty fresh.
I look up to find Uncle Sil and my sister but they are no-where to be
found. Uh Oh! I am lost in the woods with coyotes everywhere! What am
I to do? Then I see Uncle Sil and Lily step from behind a tree and I scamper
over to them. Better stay close.
So every time Uncle Sil comes
near, I tell him "Me! Please Me! Please Choose Me!" I know
I can do all those things my sire did and more. After a while Uncle Sil
is taking me for outings all the time. Sometimes Mr. Q is around but I
like it best when it is just the two of us. At these times, I call him
Pops and sit in his lap and have the best time. He takes me all over and
introduces me to all sorts of folks. And he starts to teach me how to
earn extra yummy food. Sometimes I have to sit or stand to earn it but
the best times are when I get to follow his footsteps through the grass
for it. I know I am clever and he always has something pretty tricky to
let me prove it.
Some evenings, Pops takes me
to visit this strange woman who smells of smoke and just sits in a chair
talking to my Pops. At these times Pops tries to make me sit and stand
and down and stuff like that. I don't really like this smoky woman
but the class has some other puppies and we get to play together for a
few minutes before we go back to sits and downs and stuff like that. Not
as much fun as tracking, but I certainly get a lot of string cheese on
these evenings.
As the summer progresses, the
tracks get trickier and trickier. My tracks quickly surpass Grandma Puppy
Do tracks as she seems to have some trouble focusing on the track. But
I can handle whatever track Pops lays for me. I can follow him anywhere.
So one day we go to out to this silage field and meet a strange woman
smelling of Dachshunds and antiseptic. She lays a track for me. She is
easy to follow and I run along until the track disappears. I search and
search and find it again. Off down the track to the glove and a big play
with Pops. While we are playing, I realize there weren't any hotdogs
on the track and ask him for some treats. He seems pretty happy and races
me back to the car where we enjoy the hotdogs he had forgotten. When we
get home, he brags to my mom how I got certified and we all have another
party because now I get to go tracking at the national.
So in a few weeks, Pops and
I head off to Maryland and the National. Puppy Do comes with us and we
both have our tracks. I am first and my track is really easy. But there
is a bunch of people following Pops and I am not sure what they are doing
there. We always track by ourselves and it's scary having all these
clamoring folks in my field. Pops keeps asking me to go back to the track
but they keep following us. After a while, I figure out they are not going
to attack, so I finish the track and race back to the car where the hot
dog party is waiting.
Later that week I launch my
conformation career directly from the tracking field by winning all my
puppy classes at Hatboro, sweepstakes, and the MCKC specialty.
In a few months, Mom Sandy
and Auntie Anne are taking my sister Lily and me to shows again and I
am winning 3, 4, and 5 point majors in two consecutive weekends including
winning the Indiana Sweepstakes. Lily wins BOS in Sweeps to me and the
two of us get to play together just like our puppy days together on the
deck. I finish my Championship in June with a fourth major.

But I digress
from tracking. As soon as we got home from MCKC that first fall, Pops
and I start doing even more tracking. He says it will take at least a
whole year to learn everything I need for a TDX. Most of the time, I hear
him leave the house without me and sometimes I can see him walking around
the field outside the house. "Me! Please Me! Please Take Me!",
I call to him but he just comes back and ignores me. It is so frustrating.
But later in the day, he finally relents and takes me out to the track.
There are so many cool scents to smell. And there are lots of frolicsome
parties at the articles. He sometimes takes me a long ways in the car
and we get to track. Some of the places are very hard but Pops helps me
when the track disappears completely. But he does not have to help a clever
guy like me very often.
Sometimes
Lily comes back to visit and I get to track with her. She loves to track
and she bragged the last time I saw her that she was certified. I wished
her well and I am sure she will earn her TD once she gets into a test.
But tracking is not the only
thing I do with Pops. I start to learn to jump and weave and race across
wooden planks.
We go to lots
of classes and I learn to run fast and weave like the wind. And by the
following May, when I was only 15 months old, I am winning Agility classes
as well as conformation classes. By August I have titles in three areas
and Pops says I am the youngest Versatile Westie. This is cool and so
long as I make Pops happy like this, I get tons of treats and I get to
go everywhere with him; What a life!
Before you know it, we head
off to the National again and I get another track. This is like the tricky
tracks we've been practicing. There is one very difficult place where
horses had messed up the area, but I work it out and have an easy time
the rest of the way to my glove. I have been very clever and earn my TDX
on my first try. We race back to the car where Duck à l'Orange
is waiting for me.
The
next few days are Agility and I win some huge classes in Novice Preferred.
Since preferred is a new set of classes, some really experienced dogs
are in my class, but I run like the wind and earn the top ribbon.
This year, since I am a Champion,
I am a special at MCKC. There is a ton of dogs in the ring but my handsomeness
stands out and my Mom is very proud of me. As the afternoon wears on,
most of the other dogs have to leave the ring and I stand out in a group
of only five others (all who have been Top Westies while I have been having
fun in the tracking field). We don't make BOB but Mom is happy that
Mrs. Clark thought so highly of me.
After all that, Pops takes
Puppy Do and me into the Brace Class. It is cool to strut beside the great
Puppy Do and show everyone how handsome I am. We win the class and place
in the Group. Tons of fun!
The next day, we all head off
to Earthdog. Pops has not let me play at Earthdog before my TDX because
he was afraid I'd get confused on a track and want to chase the
field mice. But my friends have all told me how much fun it is to run
into the tunnel and get the nasty vermin. It sounds exiting. We do well
in Intro and so Pops enters me in Junior but I don't quite pass
due to some minor technicality.
By the end of November I have
earned my open agility title and the coveted VDX award. Pops says I am
the youngest Westie to earn the VDX but I say "No problem-o, just
keep taking me along and feeding me the treats!"
As Pops and I commute to work
that fall, he holds long soliloquies on what we should do next. I am content
to nap in the back while he does the long range career planning. We go
to lots of agility classes several nights a week. Otherwise, we find parks
and playgrounds to practice stuff in.
I earn my AXP and AJP before
I am two years old and so Pops takes me back to the regular classes where
I had already earned Novice titles and we add on Open titles and some
Excellent legs.
In
May, we finally get to go back to Earthdog. In one weekend I earn my Junior
Earthdog title and then pick up a senior leg shortly thereafter. So Pops
takes us on a nice vacation to California in August where I pass both
days and earn my SE title.
The next week on our commutes,
I hear Pops muttering something about when I earn my Master Earthdog title
I'd become a Master of Versatility. That sort of two-for-one special
sounds cool but why should we take our time about it? So I earn one ME
leg in September and just miss another at the National where I was first
introduced to Earthdog the year before. While back at the nationals, I
was again very handsome in the breed ring where I got another award of
merit on Friday and made several cuts on Sunday. Then on Monday at Earthdog,
I got to meet my four daughters – they were quite cute and I understand
they are all doing well in their own chosen careers.
I earned my second ME leg on
the trip back to Washington and the third the next weekend back at the
same site where I earned my first Junior leg in the Spring. Just one leg
to go but there are no more tests until spring. My Pops figures out how
a trip of Denver is just the sort of relaxing vacation the two of us have
been needing for some time. We jump on a plane and I earn my fourth leg
in the Rocky Mountains with snow on the ground and more vermin holes than
Earthdog Dens in the field.
So at only 2 years 8 months
and 5 days, I earn the Master of Versatility which is the highest performance
level honored by the WHWTCA. I am the only the fifth to earn it and by
far the youngest dog to earn this award. So cool!
QT