( It is Levi that's a meanie. Tim is dead.)

I gave Molly a bath, and I put a bandana on her neck. She looked really pretty. I brushed her one last time. " You are such a pretty girl Molly." I said quietly. She looked up and barked in agreement. I laughed so hard that I was almost on the ground. She understood my every word. " You will beat Daisy." I know you will.

I walked Molly down to the competition grounds about 5 hours early. I wanted to be there before anyone else. I wanted to get a good look at the course and let Molly get used to the surroundings. I saw the sheep in the chute and went to pet them. Molly came over and started nipping and crouching down at the sheep. No Molly. I said sternly. Save it until the competition.
People started arriving one by one. I registered in, and I talked to all of the dogs and their owners. I was #64. I was in the first class. Levi on the other hand, was # 67, and he was in the 3rd class.
First class was called. There was 2 people in front of me. I waited with the other 1st classers.
The first competitor was a border collie. She let 2 sheep out of the group, and there was not a firm pattern. There were some sheep here and some sheep there. The second competitor was a gray sheltie. It was really good, but once it got the sheep in the chute one got away.
It was then my turn. Molly and I headed out there and stood quietly while they released the sheep. Molly stood up and growled. I kindly laid my hand on her tail end, and pushed down so that she would sit. The man gave me the signal to let her go, and moved out of the way.
After that, I saw everything in slow motion. I heard the loud speaker, and even saw the sheep move slowly. I felt dizzy. I tried to shake myself out of it and looked down at Molly. I reached my hand to the hook of her leash and unlatched it. I raised my hand for the signal to go and Molly was off.
The last thing that I saw was Molly getting the sheep into a group, and then....