Ditch, Donkeys, Diplomacy and Death .....

  Well, thank Fuck that went alright ....! Ditch the diplomatic ~ or maybe just completely, transparently child like in his honesty? Called Pat.

  I've just had my horse pen re concreted, see? And a slab laid outside, for the dung heap. Horse nirvana! Ditch nirvana too! But, more of that in a later post.

  Rosie and Donks are thus having a horses holiday, up on one of Pat's fields. Three fields, actually. Bunked up with his donkeys. Must have been up there a week or two now, I guess?

  What ever. It just occurred to me that I really should go and commune with them. I mean; I look at them, every day. But, that's just sneaking a peak over the hedge, as I walk the Dogs. Just see that Rosie's physically there and fuck off home.

  Today, I went up there alone. Got into the field and kissed Rosie's nose. She's looking fucking fantastic! God, the glow on her! Horse porn!

  Donks is as scruffy as ever. Flea bitten fuck. I saw his feet were 'OK'. But, I'll chip in the next time Pat has the Farrier down. I like their feet kept Right. Not just 'okay'.

  Then, one of Pat's two donkeys approached me. Aagh, jesus! Got a fucking beach towel rolled up, under the skin of both sides of its neck. Aladdin type slippers on. Hooves like upturned skis. Belly on it like a fucking oil drum! Fucked.

  The other one, with the head collar, wouldn't come That close to me. And I'd seen enough already. I had some thoughts. But, these are another mans animals. What's a man to do?

  Came home and couldn't stop thinking about her. The state of her. She'll be following Pony.

  Fuck it. Shit or bust. I rang Pat.

  Told him I'd been up there. His donkey's fucked. He needs to get them both into the shed and feed them straw. Get the Farrier in too. 

  I mentioned how I'd been amazed to see them, earlier, on the meadow above the fields they're now on.  Donkeys? On a Meadow?!? I said how that's like putting kids in a sweet shop.

  Give the man his due. He took it without a flinch. We'll be getting his donk's out of there and up into the little shed. (Where, probably in the dark time, that donkey will lay down and have to be shot)

  He got the first donk to keep Pony company. Then, Pony had to be shot, after he got laminitus. That left Donkey 1 alone. So, we got Donkey 2.  I think it's 2 that's now fucked.

  What ever. Shit will take its inevitable course now. And I'll break that chain. Because, if the other donkey survives? I'll not leave Pat to get her a companion. I'll bring her home.

  FFS. I have the room for her, in the stable. The work I'm having  done will make looking after them a breeze.  Pat can throw me a bale a week, for her up keep. Fuck it.

  As I made a new fat cake, for the birds, today. Filled the peanut basket. Filled the nigger seed feeder. Fed my canaries. Went up to check the horses. Fed my Dogs. Made a note to buy more Dog food. Fox food. Peanuts. Pondered the cost of nigger seed .....

  I often think to myself; One day, I'll die. And a Lot of creatures, round here, won't know what's fucking hit them! 

 

Pat's Donkey .....

  I just tried ~ desperately ~ to show a certain Rage Comic image here. Fucking system just wouldn't allow it big enough to see properly. But, I had to publish it to find that out. Then I deleted it.

 Now, I know that would have fucked with " Trefoyl " 's head. Because he now gets email alerts when I post here. So, here's a picture that should be viewable. 

 This is Pat's Donkey. Pony's mate:

 

    Isn't she a sweetheart? This was taken before Pat' got her feet sorted out. Dear god, have I seen outrageously worse feet in my time too .....

  I'll take a decent shot of Pony, in the next few days. Just have to remember to take my camera up there. I took one when I took this. But Pony was standing at what turned out to be a bad angle and it doesn't portray him well.

  I now feed them both biscuits like a pair of puppies. Pat' too is finding them much more approachable. All round? We have a Result!