Springtime Rodeo

Monday, Monday. Means it’s a Small Fictions day, which I’m trying to do better at posting. Mondays are the toughest day to get back into writing, so polishing up a short story is the quickest way back into my weekly mind-set.

Hope you had a great weekend. It was an entertaining one here — the veterinary school at the University threw a “rodeo,” –which had more ferrets and dogs than horses, but what the heck — and we all got a chance to get out in the brief Spring sunshine. The sunshine was brief because it actually started getting sunny at around three in the afternoon, but boy, once it got going, we were shedding windbreakers and donning sunglasses like there was no tomorrow — and in Glasgow, the minute the sun shines, you do that, because there might not be any sun tomorrow!

Sadly, we missed the duck herding and we have no pictures of the ferret racing, but there were plenty of pony rides, sleek-muscled Clydesdales pulling a “taxi” filled with hay, birds of prey with their mad, beady little eyes, and a polo demonstration, all of which still seems odd fare for a rodeo, but this is Glasgow, so a rodeo is much more like a cross between a state fair and a 4-H event.

The little fellow above was in the reptile tent, along with a host of albino corn snakes, which made me homesick for my little fellow in California. These were just babies, and my snake Willful is almost five feet long, but it was nice to be around the loving little creatures again. (Don’t mock me. Snakes are very loving.)

Happy Monday! (Beware the mad cows!)