Natalie, Gramma, and I stopped by the Fort Worth Stockyards last week while we picked up cupcakes for Connor's big #7.
We watched the cattle drive.
And then this wee lass . . .
. . . decided that she wanted to perch her wee little tush on a bull. A Texas Longhorn. Say hello to Patrón.
Patrón, just like I tell the urchins: Use a tissue.
Let's try again. Ready? Look rough. Look tough. One. Two. And . . . three.
Better.
Aaaaand saddle up.
Brave girl.
under the cork tree
sitting just quietly
longhorns and blue bonnets
