Gorgeous Gorge

Only three dump cows and none of them needed medication. The dairy owners decided they could use some extra sleep so had told me yesterday that I and Jose should go ahead and do the hospital group by ourselves today. They checked in w/ us around 7:30 a.m. Carol remarked that the incidence of mastitis had gone way down since Scott, the old herdsman, had left. That started us on cathartic trash-talk session about Scott. While he worked here, the owners had rarely said anything negative about him and I certainly hadn't complained to them. Now that Scott was gone our inhibitions seem to have went also. Among other things, they said he didn't get along w/ anyone over the age of 25. I admitted that when someone had asked how I liked the new herdsman, I had proclaimed that she could be a knuckle-dragging neanderthal and still be better than Scott. 

Whew, I feel better.