My good, good Boogity girl. We arrived with plenty of time to spare (but not too much time to wait around and get nervous), got a great parking space. I got Boog out of the car to let her potty, and decided to step inside and get the lay of the land and visit the restroom before getting her stuff set up.
Took a stroll around and found our ring, said hello to a few people and dogs, checked in and got our armband, and headed back to the car. reached into my pocket for the keys...
OMG. keys are in the car. I dropped them on top of Boog's bag when I put treats in my pocket. Car is locked.
I have the dog, a scant few treats, the paper with my ringtime and armband #. Fortunately I had at least put her ring-legal collar and lead on her.
Her crate, water, bowl, mat, everything - all in the car. My phone, water, mints, meds, everything - all in the car.
I'm proud of me, I did not have a meltdown and start walking home. I calmly walked inside, approached our instructor, waited for her to finish her conversation, and asked to borrow her cell phone. Bless her. She was competing herself, there with several personal friends and long-term private-lesson students - it's not as if she had time to spare and nothing to do, but she completely stepped up and helped me get through the morning. Let me use her phone, even made a call for me at one point, collected info and numbers, and held Boog while I went in for the course walkthrough. (during which I was pondering that waiting with someone else away from me might well be the hardest thing I asked Boog to do all day...)
And I'm very very proud of Boog, who actually held it all together, waited politely and relatively calmly when I left her, handled the chaos of dogs and people and noises and smells very well, and tried hard to do her thing when we went in the ring. She's my good girl.