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Close to Nowhere At long last, I have a donkey!
My brother Dennis, who is definitely a city boy, was at the house Sunday. We have a new family member, whom I’d neglected to tell Dennis about, but I took care of the introductions as soon as I remembered! I finally (!!!) have a donkey! We got him last week and he is so cute! He has a perfect donkey face and ears and when you talk to him, he waggles his head and his ears flop from side-to-side. When he came to live with us, his name was Nomad. Now, we have a name battle waging. My daughter Dana and granddaughter Meredith are holding out for Don Quixote. Which is a decent enough name for a neutered donkey. However, youngest granddaughter Remy and I are determined that the donkey’s name is Donkee (pronounced as Shrek does -- if you don’t know Shrek, I can’t explain, except maybe with a mild English accent). Daughter nor granddaughters were home, so I had the privilege of introducing Dennis and Donkee. Actually, after we’d eaten, we all went to the living room couch and I might have dozed off. Dennis went outside wandering around and looking at Donkee closer up. He came back in, very indignant, wanting to know where the water hose was. He said all the water barrels were empty! Since we only have one water trough for the two horses and one adorable donkey, I was a little puzzled. Then, he said the water hose wouldn’t reach the barrels and I was a lot puzzled. We have a water faucet right beside the water barrel. Turns out, Dennis was looking at the feed barrels, which quite naturally, were dry. After I’d laughed at him and told him were the water trough was (down the hill in the pasture), I watched him go back outside and around the house and down the hill, which is extremely grassy, to check out the water barrel. Which was full. Dennis hates grass, etc. and is never comfortable without concrete under his feet. Yet, he tromped down the hill and though knee-deep grass, just because he didn’t trust me about the horses. It was really sweet of him to be so concerned about their water, but a city boy trying to put water in the horses’ feed buckets was really funny. |
       
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