Oh Well

Yesterday, after the announcement, I pouted the rest of the day. Pouting for me involves sleeping... the older I get, the more often I find myself in the fetal position on my bed in mid-afternoon. It is less stressful than ranting and raving and doesn't upset the dogs nearly as much. I got up just in time to make a run into town before the bank closed. The teller looked at me and said "You don't look happy. What's wrong?" I told her "They scratched my horse for the Belmont tomorrow." Her mouth formed an "O" and in a shocked voice she said "Oh no. That's terrible! Do they know who done it?"

It was a MUCH needed laugh!

I've made my peace with Fate. Sort of. And I changed my mind about pouting this afternoon instead of watching the race. It's on tv. But it just doesn't have the oomph it should have.

Esther

26 days old and a tech prodigy!
She has started missing her mom (and looking for me to occupy her time) whenever she is awake when I let Peri out. She is also starting to pull mom's ears and tail and generally demand attention. Peri is being good with her although I sometimes catch a bored expression on her face when she has to play puppy games.