In this photo, he saw me coming so the braying at the calf stopped and he was walking over to me like nothing was up. What I really wanted to get a shot of was him trying to get the half door open which he was working on just minutes before. He's no dummy, well maybe a little, he was trying to open it from the hinge side!
I'd like to share with you what our little ass had done this morning. This patch of dirt looks like a blank canvas ready to be planted. Oh no, there's 450 strawberry plants, soon to be 600 (depending on who's got homework tonight). When I came out of the bedroom this morning, I saw a fat little donkey going down the row, pulling out the strawberry crown and root and tossing them aside like weeds. Not eating, just picking and tossing.
As I was getting my boots on, (pjs still on mind you) I told Grace, "You know, this is your donkey, you should shoo him out of there."
In the sassiest voice only a 5 year old girl could come up with she retorts back, "I didn't ask for a donkey," as she patted her imaginary horse; "Tuff'" on the neck. "This imaginary horse is all I need and he would never eat anything but grass."
REALLY?!
So I went out there, jammy and barn boot clad armed with the cattle paddle. Of course he sees me, kicks the air and runs, equally sassy as his 5 year old owner.
Needless to say, the pen better get fixed today. I just saw him take a look at the house and a big bite of lilly from my flower bed.
Happy Trails,
Suzanne
hey super funny ab
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