It is my privilege

Every time I pick up a lead, it is my privilege. It is my privilege that this wonderful creature has agreed to be my partner.
Regardless of the outcome of the interaction, my dog tries hard to understand a sometimes complex, confusing, and unnatural set of instructions. It is my privilege that my dog is willing to try.
Regardless of the outcome, any errors rest on my shoulders. I wasn’t able to make my requests clear for my partner. It is my privilege that my partner is willing to forgive.
Regardless of the outcome of subjective judging, the dog I took into the ring is the same dog I have the privilege of taking home.
It is my privilege from beginning to end, always.