Here's a photo Joe took of Violet, after she came in from her big snorting gazelle show in the outdoor ring. She was breathing heavy, and sweating, and very gorgeaus, but still as sweet as a bunny or doe. I think she was imagining herself winning the Belmont, like her cousin, Rags. Here she is getting her cooling bath. She is wondering where her blanket of Black-eyed Susans is. What a lovely thoroughbred!