Saturday, I didn't "get into her head" very well. We qualified, but she was running, I was yelling, the sheep were agitated, and it was ugly. Sunday, I used her "stand" command a lot, not simply as a "pause button," but to remind her to calm down, slow down and pay attention to me instead of freelancing out there. Because of assorted goofs, our scores weren't much different, but I was much more satisfied with our runs. We were a team. The sheep didn't constantly try to bolt. Mustang quietly convinced them to go through panels and chutes instead of merely plotting their escape to the exhaust gate.