No blowouts this time and our faithful diesel cruised to the show. But the fair people had forgotten to stop the entries at the usual limit of 300 goats, so we were crowded at 480. We have French Alpines and the basic Alpine philosophy is that the last one left standing is the winner so we were very busy with keeping everyone occupied with something to do. Treats, new hay often, back scratches, peanuts, and for the really determined basher, a little water in the face - the penultimate insult.
We took our 11 milkers, 3 dry yearlings, and 2 kids. Snarfi's little sister, Senza, a 2 year old, went Grand Champion and Best of Breed and Leah, a March kid, went Jr. Champion. We were thrilled. We both showed in every class in which we had animals. I was on low-dose flagyl and when my vertigo made me grab the fence I said I was on recreational drugs. That brought things up a little short for a minute. Most people there know what I am doing and watch my missteps with humor, but that was news to a few people. So that led to a few more conversations and I hope some new eyes on our site. We also got Premier Breeder and Premier Exhibitor. And a good time was had by all.
We arrived home at 3 AM after a 13 hour day of showing, a 4 hour drive, then milked and got a nap. Richard was off to meet with his new medical student, I went to the barn and here I am. (I love this captive audience where I can brag and brag!) The state fair is in 2 weeks and will finish this year's showing and I can try applied flagyl for real. Oh, boy.