Moving On

I feel awkward.  Yesterday, Reba met a man who fell in love with her.  Someone who was keen to give her pets and love.  Someone who could use her legs and "helping hand".  I kinda feel as though in letting her go I've quit on her.  Given up.  I've always known she'd make a trial dog.  It was me who needed to bear down and do some training.  Now I'll be doing some training.  Just nothing targeted for the trial field.

I'll be working with Reba on cattle.  I'll be working Reba off of horseback.  I'll be teaching Reba to jump on and ride a quad.  And then I'll be saying good bye to Reba.  I know she'll have a good home.  They've already invited me to go on their cattle drive.  And her new owner was smitten with her.  He understood when I told her too much pressure would make her freeze up.  He loved how eager she was to work.  He quite frankly loved her even though she didn't have the best work she's ever had.  And the fact that he was able to see and appreciate who she is, is why I'm willing to let her go.  The fact that she'll be valued and used, loved and treasured, makes it worthwhile for Reba to leave my house for another.