Where is everyone? It's way too quiet in here. What did you do today?
I will start it. I had the vet scheduled to come today to give yearly vaccines to all the horses and donkeys and the mini-mule. Our appointment was scheduled for 10 AM Eastern time, but she called and had an emergency and said she would be late. She arrived around 11:30 AM, outside temperature at that time was already 93 degrees and rising. What should normally have taken less than an hour took two hours due to one feisty 32" tall miniature donkey named Hunky (he has a sister named Dory, so everything's Hunky Dory!). Just how tough can a donkey that small be? You don't want to find out!
Hunky hates needles and today was no exception. He decided he was having no part of any sticking today. Because he knew what was headed his way as soon as the vet arrived (yes, donkeys are very smart), he decided it would be in his best interests to head in the opposite direction. Out the gate he went, through the small pasture into the big pasture (30 acres). He's wearing a halter and trailing a rope because we thought we had captured him.
How fast can a mini-donk run? I got on the Gator and took off after him because it was way too hot for me to run. I could not catch up with him. He ran in circles and ended up back in the small pasture, with me locking the gate behind him. Finally, we cornered him and ran him into a stall and locked it shut. We thought. We let him cool down, then went in to give the shots. He was not having that and broke down the stall door, and because I was too stupid to let go of his rope, he pulled me across the pasture on my stomach, through the mud, and across the rocks. I finally let go. After two more times of sliding butt-first across the rocks like a rag doll, I'd had enough. I tied him to a rail, but he refused to let anyone get close to him with a needle, even though he was tied. My vet finally had to sedate him with a dart. Two darts later, he finally let her finish what she came to do.
Did I tell you I sweat in this heat? I don't perspire like some women. I sweat. There was not a dry stitch of clothing on me by the time we finished with Hunky. The temperature in the sun was 105 degrees. I took my bruised, battered, and sweaty self inside and took a shower. I was exhausted. And now, of course, Hunky hates me. For just today, the feeling is mutual. I will go back to loving him tomorrow after the bruises have a chance to turn purple.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. What's yours? What did you do today?
