Yeats

Another beautiful morning arrived at the base of the Rocky Mountains... I've taken care of Rosie and Remy and returned home to blog. Banichi wanted his tummy rubbed right away, and Lovey just wanted to mark me with her chin; after that, they ate, and are now scampering in and out. Gimpy is putting away peanuts like there will be no tomorrow... The Colorado Renaissance Festival opens this weekend in Larkspur and will be open every weekend through mid-August. I can highly recommend it, and advise one to try and catch one of the stage shows by "Snot & Vomit" (yes, that is their name!) - they have an hysterical comedy routine (as pirates) that has everyone from 3-year-olds to grandparents in stitches.

My hat is off to a horse named Yeats. He is an 8-year-old son of Sadler's Wells, and he set a new record yesterday while racing at Royal Ascot - he won the Gold Cup, a 2 and 1/2 mile turf race, for the fourth year in a row. And Americans claim that the thoroughbred isn't bred to run a mile and a half any longer! Well, Yeats has shown that the British and Irish still keep to the old standards! Yeats is trained by Aidan O'Brien and was ridden by Johnny Murtagh in yesterday's race, which he won by 3 1/2 lengths. I am in love with this horse - one with the ability to run long distances, and one still in training at the age of 8! Hooray for Yeats!!!

Unless something earth-shattering occurs, I won't be posting this blog tomorrow; but will write again on Sunday... So, my friends, please have a wonderful weekend, and hope that the Masters Golf Tournament isn't a complete wash out!!