I started training for her TDX right away, but we had less than a month before the tracking areas became too full of foxtail grasses and stickers for the dogs to be able to work. In July we were able to take Barbara Adcock’s six session introduction to VST. Molly had no trouble grasping the idea of tracking on bare surfaces, so I started training her in earnest for the VST. At that point I unfortunately had to stop training her with Barbara. Barbara judges a lot of tracking tests, and I needed to wait out the one year period so I could enter Molly when she was judging. But we continued on our own in VST work, and picked up TDX work again in the autumn when the open lands became usable. Molly made steady, if uneven, progress in both areas. She loved to track, but became very discouraged when she couldn’t find the track. I had to plan tracks carefully to build up her confidence and her willingness to keep searching when she lost the scent. We took a few weeks break in the winter of 1999 to go back to the sheep pastures and earn her HRD III-s, but then it was back to tracking. In the spring of 2000, I began to enter her in tests. There are many more dogs entering TDX and VST tests than there are spaces to run. Entries are taken up to the closing time, then a drawing is held to determine which dogs get to run the tracks. Raven (Apple Acres Sagebrush Raven, TDX, PT, OA, HRD II-s) made the draw on her first entry and earned her TDX on her first try. Molly’s name was never drawn.
I was fortunate through that spring and summer to be able to get together with Anne Hershey, who has a Champion Tracker Australian Shepherd, and who was tracking her younger dogs. I laid tracks for her dogs, and Anne laid tracks for Molly, and gave us lots of encouragement. Molly was tracking extremely well through July, then her work dropped off abruptly in the summer heat. So I backed off, and laid shorter, fresher tracks earlier in the day, with more food drops (ant-resistant food drops!). Molly started to track better in late September, so when she made the draw for the October TDX test in Eugene, Oregon, I decided that we would make the nine hour drive to run. Conditions at the test were lovely. The ground was damp and the air was cool. Molly started well on her track, then had trouble with the first corner, and after she made the turn, she kept getting hung up on the first set of cross-tracks. She never committed to the wrong scent, she just couldn’t locate the right scent. After she failed, we put her back on the track and as soon as she got into higher shrubby vegetation, she took off leaping and bounding, to finish the track with no further problems. So I knew that she could pass sooner or later.
Her VST work was also progressing well. One morning she worked out a particularly difficult problem in a parking lot. There were no cars in the lot when Anne laid the track. When we came back to run the track, every parking spot was taken. Molly negotiated a turn in the middle of the cars and worked down each row of cars until she ran out of scent. Then she doglegged over to the next row to pick up the scent, repeating this three times until she found her article. Thoughts from a VST test: “She is really the unsinkable Molly Brown!”Then disaster struck. Molly was acting normal, but had started low grade vomiting. We went to the Palo Alto Foothills Tracking Association VST test as the second alternate, and she threw up on the way home. Molly never gets carsick. Tests showed that she had pancreatitis. Medical treatment failed to solve her problem and a week later she became icteric (jaundiced). Her scarred and swollen pancreas had blocked her bile duct. Incredibly her behavior was still pretty close to normal. Surgery rerouted her bile flow, and left her with a temporary feeding tube directly into her small intestine, to bypass her pancreas and give it a rest. A few days after the surgery, I was notified that she had made the draw for the VST test in Oregon the second week in December. Good news, bad timing. But Molly recovered very rapidly, and never looked back after the jejunal tube was removed ten days post surgery. We celebrated by running a short track. Thoughts from a VST test: “We’ve got to pass, because I am never, ever going to do this again”
The week before the Oregon VST test, and three and a half weeks post surgery, the Sacramento Dog Training Club was holding its VST test. Molly was the second alternate. I decided to go up to the test, which was a mere two hour drive from home. I had been told that one of the entries would probably not show, but I didn’t find out that Molly would run until it was time to draw for track running order, and another of the entries was absent. We drew the third track, which turned out to be three hours and fifty minutes old when we arrived at the start flag. Molly started well, made the first turn easily, located her first article, the plastic lid of a CD case, and made her non-vegetated turn with no problems. Then she lost the scent coming off the asphalt and onto a grass playing field that was liberally dotted with goose manure. This was the first of three places on the track where she completely lost the scent. It took her twenty to twenty five minutes to work out each problem. The track went left across the mowed field, then turned left (her second problem area) to curve down a dirt road, up a gravel drive, across an asphalt parking area, and then through an alley bounded on one side by a chain link fence and on the other by a building. Coming out from the alley, the track made a left onto the grass paralleling a sidewalk. Molly worked this leg mostly on the sidewalk, but was circling a lot, and had no trouble finding her next article, a flattened tin can in the grass. Her final turn was a hard right into a courtyard surrounded by several low buildings, where two boys were jumping skateboards right on the sidewalk. It sounded like jack hammers. Molly worked around the boys, which put her off the track. Then one of the judges asked the boys to leave: skateboards are not permitted on the campus. It took a very long time for Molly to re-locate the track–she searched every possible alternative several times before picking up the scent as the track went out of the courtyard through a breezeway. Once past the breezeway, she cast in several directions before finding the track straight ahead on the sidewalk in front of her. Halfway down the sidewalk she found a square of leather, which meant the end of the track and the first VST Sheltie in history. All I could do was hug her and say, “Oh, Molly! Oh, Molly!” It had taken her two hours of working to complete the track. And we didn’t have to drive to Oregon.
Thoughts from a VST test: “After this, the TDX will be a cinch!”In fact, it took us three more tries to pass her TDX test. Molly’s poor luck in the draw held through the spring. There are no such things as “easy” TDX tests, but we never got into any of the tests that historically have higher pass rates. In March, we ran in the heavily forested Napa Valley test. She couldn’t find the ground scent in the leaf litter, so she air scented her way through the first two legs, managing to get past the first set of cross tracks before going off in the wrong direction. A week later, she ran in the Monterey Bay test. Although the grounds looked decent to me, she went down into a large basin from the start–and the track didn’t go that way. None of the dogs passed that day, at either the TD or TDX level. The final test of the season was the Marin County test at the end of April. Molly made the draw. Although some of the TD dogs usually pass this test, no dog had ever earned a TDX at that location. Fortunately dogs are allowed to practice up there, so we went up to track three times before the test. Anne Hershey, whose Australian Shepherd had earned his TDX two months earlier, made the drive up to lay track for us. The Marin Water District site is hilly, with lots of open wood, lots of deer and wild turkey, and lots of ticks, corkscrew burrs and poison oak (disguised as ground cover). The first time I tracked there with Molly, I came home and cut off all the long hock hair that I had grown out for the National Specialty. Every time we tracked in Marin, it took two hours to comb her out, bathe her and myself, and wash all our clothes and tracking equipment so I wouldn’t get poison oak. Not fun! But the practice made us as ready as possible for the test.
On test day, we ran the second track, starting on an open hillside with several visible deer trails. Molly cast around for a bit before starting down the first leg. She worked down the hill, then up a little to her first turn, and turned left after a bit of casting, up a steep hill and into the trees. We scared up our first set of deer there, and she was distracted for a bit before settling back to work. Fortunately, she got her reward quickly, by finding the first article–a glasses case. She did a lot of casting around in the poison oak before continuing on her track, then came out of the trees onto a sparsely vegetated saddle. She indicated loss of track, and started searching. Apparently the scent had drifted down the hill to the right, because she worked down that way quite some distance before running out of scent and following the edge of the scent back up. Then she worked her way forward and across the crest of the saddle, finally picking up the track going down the hill in the grass to her left. That leg of the track was visible once she got on it, and she kept pretty close to the actual track, veering off once to check out what I later was told was a cross track. She made the third turn without problem, and continued straight until she came to the first of what turned out to be three sets of ferns. The ferns were over her head, and although she had no trouble following the scent, she kept looking for ways to detour around them. She continued on through grass and more ferns, until she indicated loss of track just before a dead tree. It took her a little while to work out the turn, as the scent seemed to have drifted down the slope into a small bowl. But after a couple of brief rests in the shade of two oak trees, she dropped her nose into the next leg and continued on–through yet another set of ferns. Then she came to a halt in a low area with a tall thick row of bushes straight ahead of us. There was a gap in the bushes straight ahead (although if the judges had chosen to lay the track through THAT poison oak, I was ready to kill them) and I could hear the deer bounding away beyond the bushes. To the right was a visible deer trail meandering off into the woods. To the left was tall grass that looked as if nothing had been through it in months. Molly showed no interest in the left, and searched straight ahead a few times, but found nothing there. Several times she went up the deer trail to the right as far as the end of her line before breaking off in the shade of an oak. It looked as if what was stopping her was the shade, and not the lack of track.
After untangling her line and picking up the scarf, I encouraged her to continue. She was reluctant to leave the shade of the tree, but she started working again and off we went. She indicated the final leg of the track and started pulling hard into it some ten yards or so before she came to the turn. The last leg was visible to me in the grass, so I know that Molly worked a good part of the leg about ten or fifteen yards uphill from the track. I was afraid she would go off up the hill onto an equally visible deer trail, when she suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at me, and headed back to the track. Then she paralleled the track a few yards downhill for a bit, before dropping her nose into the track and pulling hard for the remaining distance to the final glove. It had taken fifty five minutes for her to complete the track. Molly had just become the first Sheltie to earn the Champion Tracker title. Molly was thrilled by all the attention she got, although she wasn’t too happy about the half hour I spent combing burrs out of her coat. The members of the Marin County Dog Training Club were elated that someone had finally passed one of their TDX tests. But I was not only happy and relieved, but also a bit sad. Molly had finished all the competition goals I had set for her. I haven’t dared to mention retirement to her yet. She wouldn’t like to hear that at all. Of course, she hasn’t been lame in a year and a half and she could probably handle the 12 inch jumps in the USDAA performance classes in agility. She still attacks the lawn sprinkler heads whenever I turn on the water. And maybe she will yet catch the Pacific Ocean.
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