The day after the day after.

Today I feel very good. It's the one consolation the next day after suffering a hangover from drink, noise and smoke at the company holiday party. Adding to my upbeat is they are playing good bluegrass on my XM-fed headphones. I piped the music over to the radio auxiliary speakers so Dix could enjoy it too. She simply asked "Do I have to listen to that?" I must be reminded every once and a while that my taste in music is not universal.

Dix got a belated birthday present from Jean, one of the horsebusters group we helped organize when we were in Reno. It was a photo of two of wild horse stallions fighting. Ben was the stud of a four-horse band. Dix rescued his lead mare Mollie who had fallen into a cattle guard. They had a special bond after that near disaster. Goliath was a 16-hand bachelor that took over Ben's group. This was one of the valiant attempts by Ben to regain his position which he did on several occasions but eventually he had to retire, with many scars and two shortened ears.
Yes, we had names for each of over one hundred horses that we managed to keep out of trouble in our subdivision.