The Noblest Steed

Hey there. I'm Julia, a donkey, and the smartest creature you've never met.

Um, until now, that is.

Anyway, since big scary white horse Bif is out eating the good grass and my fellow donkeys and I are stuck in the Small, I thought I would tell you about my weekend.

 

We did a little carting. It was fun.

 

It's a lovely neighborhood to drive in...

 

 

 

 

Later!

Bottom of Barrel (or Mother's car)

Mother is sitting in her home, listen to her fat cat snore (he has a cold, so it is particularly noisy) and she laments that I have been languishing without interwebs. Well, how do you think I feel?

There was the donkey escape (AGAIN) and the garden wrecking incident, and Julia has been pulling people in the donkey cart, and we eat out of the ginormous hay net with a whole round bale in it, and Belle gets grain now (we both eat orange grain), the donkeys are in their fly masks already, and I *like* my new farrier, which isn't always the case...

...and have I been able to post?

NO!

Mother says she feels bad, because there are no pictures, and certain readers only read for the pictures.

MOTHER... you haven't taken a picture of me since before you cut my hair. And it's already 6 inches long again.

Quit whining, and go clean out the back seat of your car. The camera is in there somewhere.

 

donkeys in masks, circa August 2013

 Boring picture of me working, but it's *the most recent one I have*... from last summer!! Come on, Mother! Call an archeologist if you have to, but please unearth the camera.

Son of a Mother

So, while Mother should have been up at the barn, letting me out on the grass, or TAKING PICTURES (which she hasn't done in forever), she was instead staring at horses on a box at home.

She thought the one was handsome:

And apparently he did really well at whatever it was they were doing that Mother just HAD to watch.

However, Mother was watching something called the post parade, and she saw a horse she really liked:

Apparently he did really well too, right behind the red horse.

And guess what HIS dam's name was?

MOTHER

That is no excuse for my not getting put out on the grass.

Bad Idea

So, let's see.... the new farrier was out, the vet was out, Aunt Nancy came out...

Oh, and apparently I am feeling so good, Mother is yet again contemplating riding me.

So I jumped over a log and ran up the steep hill and have been trotting really sound.

None of that matters, Mother. I was just high from Spring, you know?

If she tries to ride me, I'll have to make sure she knows it is not a good idea...

What they did

That look of consternation was shared by most, but not all.

I didn't even knowNatalie Portman* liked donkeys

*Not the actual Natalie Portman

Below Reproach

So Mother visited a few times this week, but she did not take any photos!

She thought about just re-purposing old photos.

MOTHER!!! Come ON!!!

 "Shut up, Boyfriend. There's snow. If you hadn't said anything, no one would have known!"

That's not even a picture of me, Mother.

sigh

Boring post, complete with losing bits of my body

Guess who is starting to shed?

ME!!

Just a little bit, mostly on my back and rump, but it is a harbinger of spring, and Mother says she's willing to take any little sign.

For these Southerners, it's been a snowier winter than they've grown accustomed to. Myself being from North Dakota... yeah, still hot down here in Ohio.

Mother trimmed my hoovies this evening. She did my back feet first, then was scratching on me a bit before starting the fronts. She took a step back, and said, "Boyfriend, you seem taller than I remembered."

Then she realized how overdue my front feet were.

Personally, I thought I had done a perfect job with them. Mother agreed, but felt some wall needed to come off.

Mother, it gives me great traction!!

Poor Grand-Mare

Mother has been doing things, not necessarily with me, although she did stop and clean my part of the run in the other evening.

She stopped at her dam's dwelling, and apparently changed the wallpaper (whatever that means) and it upset her dam.

Mother doesn't understand why. She thinks it is a beautiful self portrait: