"I don't know, it sure looks like deluxe transportation though."
"Jeez, I wonder if it's full. There could be a whole herd on there. Say, why don't we get a stretch limo when we go places? There must be someone awfully important in there."
"WAIT. WHAT!? It's that little brown pipsqueak?!!"
"Ma, OPEN THIS FENCE AND LET ME IN. Please."
Things got a bit chaotic here and the photographer (me) kinda fell down on the job because of an insufficient number of hands. Two just aren't enough. I had intended that Ramsey stay in the stall I prepared for him and just have Emma next to him. That plan didn't last long (why-o-why do I still try to plan anything? Lord, you'd think I'd learn!). It became very clear that Ramsey was going to hurt himself trying to get to mom so I gave up and gave in. What photos I managed from that point are indecipherable. I will try to do better tomorrow. Sorry.
For now, just know that Emma and Ramsey are good and Ramsey completely forgot that his foot hurt at sight of his mom.
Tessa is also doing well and I am going to bed.