Oh Well

Win some, lose some.  Or, in my case this weekend, lose 'em all.  I didn't win a plug nickel at the horse races, and Bowyer and I were robbed yesterday.  Phooey.  With maybe sixty or so laps to go and Bowyer with a good lead, it started to rain at Dover.  The race was put on hold, waiting to see if it would quit, and it did after 40 minutes.  Since the race was well past the halfway point, had the rain continued Bowyer would have won by default.  (Hey, a win is a win.)  They got the track dry and the cars lined up for a restart.  Unfortunately, another driver got the jump on my guy and Bowyer had to settle for second place.  Sigh.

Missy is the self-appointed barn mascot whether the goats like it or not.  She's got my routine down cold now, knows my timetable and when to meet me, and leads me into the milking room and around to the back stalls.  She is busy, busy, busy, definitely a Type-A personality.  She makes Celeste look like a couch potato and I think she would wear Ralph down to a frazzle.  At least in the barn cat department, I got a winner.