08/09/2026
I spent a lot of time sitting in the stands this weekend.
Not just watching Magic. Not just watching Missy. Just... watching.
I watched dogs that wouldn't leave the dock.
I watched dogs run all the way to the edge, slam on the brakes, and decide they were absolutely not jumping.
I watched one dog lose her footing and slide down the banner, butt first, into the pool. 😂 It definitely wasn't the jump her handler had planned, but by the end of the weekend she had found her confidence and was taking real jumps.
Honestly, those were some of my favorite moments.
While I was sitting there, I kept overhearing people say, "My dog could do that."
Maybe.
But I don't think most people realize what they're actually watching.
It's not just a dog jumping into water.
It's a dog choosing to trust its handler enough to sprint down an elevated dock and launch into a crystal-clear pool while surrounded by the noise and chaos of a county fair.
That's a lot to ask of a dog.
That's why so many get to the edge and hesitate.
Watching the Master and Elite dogs fly 20 or 30 feet is incredible, but the distance isn't what impresses me most. What impresses me is everything that had to happen before they ever made that jump. The confidence. The partnership. The trust.
Magic isn't a huge jumping dog.
Missy stepped onto a DockDogs dock for the first time this weekend.
And honestly? I'm just as proud of them.
I've never wanted to breed dogs that are only beautiful in the show ring. I want dogs that can walk into something completely new, think through it, trust their person, and say, "Okay... let's give it a shot."
That's what this weekend reminded me of.
The four medals are fun.
But watching dogs discover they were braver than they thought they were was the best part.