There is something about working with your dog that is hard to put into words. Not talking about practicing for 20 minutes 3 days a week but actually working together for long hours getting something done that neither of you possibly could get done on your own.
When I do, it fundamentally changes how I see my dog. From something I train and fine tune for points, often with frustration and nit picking, to a partner and equal, someone I rely on and trust. Not many people have the opportunity to experience this and I feel very fortunate that I sometimes can.
Now we are back in the city and my working pals spend the days behind a fence, in a crate or on a leach, the contrast is terribly unfair and it makes me sad to see. I want more of that feeling of harmony and purpose; it makes me want to be a rancher. It is a romantic dream, an out of reach utopia.