This past Sunday, T.A.R.D.I.S. and I earned his RN title.
This was not quite the run I had hoped for though. While I figured my dog was plenty able to handle it, I had actually sprained my ankle pretty badly the day before while running the Savage Race.
Due to the sprain, and the fact that it hurt pretty bad, I was limping. A lot. T.A.R.D.I.S. was apparently not used to my limping, and not sure how to heel along side me. He wanted to go his normal speed, which caused a lot of tight leashes. I also tripped on him more than once, causing a 'dog interference', and then towards the end, he got agitated with our slow speed in something that is normally fast and upbeat, so he started barking at me.
I was kind of embarrassed at our poor performance, but we still managed a 78. We still qualified. We didn't place, but we got our title ribbon.
As I'm not a die-hard competitor, I'm okay with this. My dog is doing his job.. and maybe next time I'll try not to put him through the ring with me hobbling around.