Tug Of Donkey
We love our donkey girls here at the farm. They have big personalities, make crazy braying noises when it’s time to eat, and they are great at keeping an eye on things. (Our city friends like to call them guard donkeys.)
And while they are oodles of fun 99 percent of the time, sometimes they are … well, um … donkeys! Sweetie pie is about 7 years old, and from time to time gets a little limpy, which means we need to bring her up into a stall and let her get some rest and TLC. (Cowboy is convinced that Sweetie Pie plays up the limping when she wants a little extra attention. Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past her; she’s one smart chica.)
Well we’ve had some rain, which means we have mud, which is when she usually gets a little sensitive. So out in the mud we tromped to get her a little R&R, farm style. While with our horses you can whip on a halter and have the job done in two seconds flat, with the donkeys, not so much.
Now don’t get me wrong, Miss Pie is better than her dear sweet Mama Rose (that’s a whole other kind of rodeo), but she is still a donkey. It’s a lovely rhythm of 2 steps, tug, release, 2 steps, tug, no thank you. So we work our way up from the pasture to the stalls doing our delicate dance while all the other equines watch on in amusement. (Yes, I do think they are laughing at us humans sometimes.)
And then the final show down – the big bad scary stall gate. Now little miss knows good and well the gate is not a bad thing, but it’s her last stand. So she has to make a show of things. Who can blame a girl for trying. (Notice the taught rope in the photo and those ears and eyes. She is saying, “No ma’am, no ma’am, mo ma’am.”)
Ultimately, she trots into the stall for some extra special care, at which point I do a little jig of victory. She gets a good rub down, some fresh hay, and while I think I have won the grear tug of donkey event, I think our girl knows she is the real winner, but she is at least gracious enough to let me bask for just a moment. Even donkeys have manners on the farm.