“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” fdr

11025992_856348497741669_2926227735191398812_nI was nervous for so long. I judged myself and my dogs. I ruined so many competitions for my team with my attitude. I let other peoples rudeness affect my relationship with my dogs. I allowed people to say disrespectful things about my dogs. I thought about the q for way too long. And then I stopped thinking about anything except running my best for my dogs, my team.

My dogs have taught me that its only about the teamwork, only about getting into the ring together and putting your whole heart into being the best for your teammate. Especially Roy – my weird, independent, brilliant, lone wolf boy. He more then any of them demands that I don’t play for anything less then my all or anything more then us.

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