In the beginning…

Sitting here in my living room binging on German beer, and Mad Men I find myself reflecting on what has brought me to this moment. I am less than 24 hours away from getting on a plane with my handsome boy in order to represent Team Canada at the FCI European Open. Since finding out I made the team I have gone through an enormous range of emotions, from screaming with joy at the top of my lungs to sobbing with my head in my lap.  Sometimes I STILL think that I am dreaming. The one thing I know for sure? I really do want this.

I have been battling the inner voice that says we can’t, the one that argues we aren’t ready – and I think I have finally shut it down. Maybe we aren’t ready, maybe we will be eliminated from every single run over there… but I have come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter. With the help our coach, and some very good friends I have realized that this is the beginning of my journey, and these are my 10,000 hours. I am so blessed to have this wonderful dog, and I know that we have to start somewhere. I am beyond ecstatic that *somewhere* is on such an exciting stage, at a wonderful venue, with some amazing competitors and in the company of friends.

Today, in this moment, I am proud of how far this wonderful dog and I have come – and truly excited about the future. Thank you to everyone who has helped us along our way, and believed that we can. And thank you Julie for trusting me with this handsome boy.

Could he be any cuter?

Could he be any cuter?

~ Karen