Sunday – August 19, 2012
We again spent a great day in Kirriemuir in Angus. This morning we attended worship at the Old Parish Kirk in Kirri to enjoy Malcolm leading worship. His sermon title? “If Jesus had been born in Scotland, would he have used (scotch) whisky for communion?” Fantastic title and even better sermon to follow. After worship, we headed out to something we never thought we’d have the pleasure of seeing – a sheepdog trial by the hotel up Glen Clova. The joke, of course, about whether or not the dog was found guilty was not lost on us. Actually, the trial was amazing. Here’s generally what happened:
You go out to a huge field with the spectators gathered on the grass at one end (about 100 people and waiting participants) and a group of sheep in a pen waaaaaay over on the other side. The shepherd and his or her incredible looking dog step onto the field by us. On the map here you can see the general layout of the field.
The local competitors from the Glen were spirited, but not nearly of the same caliber as the regional shepherds and shepherdesses. The really talented callers and dogs got through the course with a sense of order. The locals? Hilarious. One guy was just great. His dog went sprinting off into the wrong field and chased the sheep with him. Another watched the sheep jump over a fence and exit the area. Another guy was screaming obscenities at his dog in a very disorganized fashion. These people made the trials for us. It was an beautiful afternoon with good people, great food and drinks, and some really entertaining local color (or colour, depending on where you’re from).
|Dog doing it's job|
Denali has had similar experiences here in Scotland. You walk up to a total stranger and say, “Hey. Want to play with me?” No fear. No nervous anxiety. Just an honest way of saying, “I’m willing to introduce myself to you and play if you’ll do the same.” Way to go, kids.