We had a good weekend. Why? We went to the BOTC agility trial. I love this show. This was the very first agility show that I went to with Cally and Bunker. It used to held outside in a park and I was terrified of running Cally in an outdoor show without a fenced ring. Flat out terrified. (she used to flip me the paw and take off) I still remember our jumpers run. (I have it on tape too somewhere) We didn't qualify but I was thrilled. She stayed with me the entire time. I was so happy that I started crying. The funny thing was that I'd asked a guy to tape the run for me and he thought I was crying because I was upset. Typical man-totally not getting it. (and NO-it wasn't Mr. P-just an agility friend) Mr. P would have totally understood. Totally. He's cool like that. Or well trained.
|Cally sticking her head out of her crate for a photo op.|
But (why is there always a but?) during our runs today I got a text from Mr. P. The local paper mill had an explosion. UUUgh. That's not cool. I used to work not very far from there and knew/worked on people that worked there. It's the kind of thing that instantly makes you sick to your stomach. How can you celebrate something when other people might be dead or injured? I decided all I could do was pray. I heard that one person was declared dead and four are injured. I continue to pray for them and their families.