John Richmond came out to the house to trim the hooves of my donkey and two goats. Now Lizzy our donkey is tame and she's halter broke...but being a donkey she is stubborn.
We had to chase her down in a three acre pasture to get the halter on her. Not because she was afraid of us or didn't want the halter on...but because it is fun to watch 3-4 human beings chase her around the pasture.
Finally 3 of us were able to get her in a corner and get a halter and rope on her.
The husband who promised to love, cherish, care for me...etc, etc....left the donkey's rope in my hand and took off. Well so did the donkey.
I couldn't let go of the rope..maybe one of those natural reflexes or something??? And she drug me around half of the donkey pen. She considerately dragged me around a tree, thru a sticker patch and into a fence before I let go.
I stood up spitting out a mouthful of dirt. John, to his credit, wanted to laugh but didn't.
However, my dearly beloved husband about busted a gut laughing before he even asked me if I was okay!! I don't know which of the two asses I was most angry at.
The next day I was so sore that I could hardly move and I actually had to pick a sticker out of my cheekbone with a needle!!
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