This is Diesel, big for a three year old. At least he got to go and watch the commotion at the South camp. My cowboy took him along with the Divorce-Horse (we’re calling him Bob now) who I was assured did a spectacular job and that I will really like riding him as soon as I get back on my butt. We’ll see. Don’t tell him but right now a puny horse sounds rather good.
Two of the bigger herds came in today, the Simmentals and the early Red Angus herds and I missed it all. I spent the day giving my paper shredder a workout and cleaning my office, mostly what I could do from my office chair. Sigh*
I think I made more mess than what I cleaned up. I only had myself to grump at which is no fun at all so I’ve decided I will be cheerful tomorrow on Mother’s Day and realized that maybe everyone needs a grumpy day, now then.