Our 675 mile (each way) trip to Oklahoma was not successful. The weather was perfect, the location was picturesque. Kip drew Track #6 so we started at 10:40. It was getting warm, but was not hot. We went to the start flag, he took about three steps and held up his right rear paw. I told him to wait, walked down my tracking line and removed a sticker from his paw. I stepped back and he tracked for another ten feet then held up another paw. I went down the line again and removed another sticker. By the time he reached the 30 yard flag, I had removed at least eight stickers (called sand burrs by the Oklahomans). Kip turned around, came back to me, and said, “This is not something I want to do.” I tried to motivate him, but we finally called the track. I carried him to the tall grass and he tracked another leg and turn, although he found the glove, he was really done. Sigh! Luck of the draw! When I took him back to the car and checked his feet, the hair between his pads was bloody so, I think, he told me the truth when he said it wasn’t fun.