Today is Friday (I know it says Tuesday up above. Pretend it’s still last Friday) Tomorrow is Saturday, the first Cowdog Trial of the year. I have practiced Puncher so many times the last few weeks that I think I made her neurotic. She would just look at me like “What on earth do you want me to do? Woman make up your mind!”
Guess what? The problem was not Puncher. It was me, myself and I.
She hesitates as a result of my former neurotic evil twin. I tell her “Come By” again and woosh her on.
The black steer lingered. Puncher brings him. He kicks air after Puncher bites his heel.