Jack goes wherever Poky goes, and if he can’t, then nobody knows the trouble he’s seen. He can’t bear to be parted from his beloved.
The other day, after I’d let Clover and her babies out of the goat pen into the goat yard for the day, Poky went into the goat pen. The other animals love to get in there just because they can’t at other times. Somehow Poky had gotten shut in there because the goat pen door, which had been propped open, had closed. JACK WAS BESIDE HIMSELF WITH ANXIETY.
He was so relieved when I went down there and opened the goat pen door. (I’m not sure Poky was so relieved as Jack immediately marked his territory.)
Anyway. Donkeys, like goats, are very people-oriented. If you walk into their yard, they can’t wait to be with you. And on top of you. And nibbling on you. And, well, they would absolutely go into the house with you and sit down at the table and go to bed with you (if you could stand it). Sheep? Nope. Not at all. (Maybe a bottle-fed lamb, like Annabelle. But not your ordinary sheep.) Not cows, either. Goats and donkeys are like the dogs and cats of farm animals.
Just sayin’. In case you’re shopping for farm animals and you want the kind that LIKE you. (Public Service Announcement #491073.)