Then he got to come out to Wolf Rock for a dry run as a climbing dog, where he was just a perfect gentleman. He's well on his way to becoming a very nice crag dog--he was mellow and kind to climbers and the occasional hiker dog, too, which is quite an accomplishment for a dog with the PTSD issues Ace has had. He seemed to understand that this was Serious Business, and that he needed to have his game face on and be a working dog, which was excellent, and means he can probably keep coming back--though I'm not yet ready to try him at Ragged, which is crowded.
I climbed a 5.8 (with a little cheating since the damned tree was in the way anyway) and a 5.5, and nobody died.
GRD is now sacked out so hard he didn't even lift his head when I went downstairs to get my phone.
And I am about to join him. Next Sunday we're going to try a herding instinct trial and see how he does with the sheeps. Memo to me: order his seat belt in the morning. Because he does have some bad habits in the car, like wanting very badly to help drive....