The day started out real nice. The weather was perfect, still is at five in the afternoon. Eighty degrees, those bright white fluffy clouds floating across the sky, the slight breeze keeping us comfortable…I was hoping to go home feeling like a million bucks. Now I just feel like, I don’t know—insufficient funds.
I sure know all about getting a check back with nsf marked on it.
I was so hoping I’d win at least one of the competitions today—most accurate costume, for instance. Not that the prizes paid much but they would have helped.
But no, here I sit here in the shade, feeling like yesterday’s newspaper. Not worth much besides wrapping potato peelings in. That’s another thing I thought I’d win—best ranch fried potatoes. But when Shelby ran off I just lost my heart for cooking for the camp.
As I said, the day started out good. Shelby was in a good mood and it showed. I probably spent too much on those ribbons but she sure seemed proud to wear them.
Shelby is beautiful and she knows it. She struts around with her nose in the air, like, “Look at me, ain’t I just gorgeous?” She gets plenty of attention, too.
She usually knows how to behave when she needs to. I guess today just wasn’t her day, or maybe it was something I said. I don’t know. I didn’t slap her or anything, but when they shot off those cannons she jumped as high as I’ve ever seen her jump, and dumped me in the dirt on my butt before running away. I sure hope nobody was watching.
It’s a heckuva deal when you can’t even trust your own horse.