A Legend In Her Own Time

One of the nicer lure coursing sites in my area is a huge, flat field.  The local parks department rents it as two half-fields.  The usual renters of the back half field are a group of people who fly radio-controlled gliders.  On the occasion that we use the other half of the field for coursing, they are quite impolite.  I believe they are irritated at our use of “their” field.  They slowly walk through our course on the way to their launch sites - though the direct path is faster and wouldn’t interfere with us.  The glider folk always have a dog or two, usually loose, so that we have to ask them to restrain their animals.  Despite the irritations, it’s a great field for running.

Another one of their tricks is to fly their gliders over the course, distracting the coursing dogs.  They tried this one day with Pixie.  She was on the straight on the far side of the course, closest to the gliders.  Some clever soul thought he would have some fun with the dog and swooped his glider in toward Pixie.  As Pixie started to slow her run, I was furious at the glider’s owner!  However, she was just gathering herself to leap.  Pixie jumped into the air, higher than I had ever seen her go, and caught the glider in the air.  Once she landed, she started happily chomping.  The owner of the glider shrieked and started running toward Pixie.