I am the luckiest girl I know -- a thoroughbred loves me. Count Fleet's granddaughter thinks that she's my daughter. She likes me to sit on that ledge of her hay crib and stroke her ears and forehead as she chomps hay. We spend many happy breakfasts together. She at her hay, and me with my cup of joe in my horsie "Good morning!" mug! She and I are in perfect accord -- we are spectacular!
