I love my little donkey.
Pocahontas is soooo sweet.
I want to get her a straw hat with ribbons and teach her to do tricks. But every time I go down to see her, she just starts bellowing. I mean, bellowing. Like a dingo just stole her baby, it’s that pathetic.
And then I feel so sorry for her, I rush to grab her a licorice treat. I give her the treat and love on her and tell her never mind, we won’t do any work today. I can teach her tricks another day.
I already taught her a trick, didn’t I? Or maybe she taught me one…..
OHMYGOD, SHE’S BEEN TALKING TO CLOVER, HASN’T SHE?!