I think it is nice that you like donkeys and they like you. lol
I like the different angles from which you took your photos. And your poem is neat, too. So how do you know that donkeys love you? Inquiring mind(s) want to know~
Did the grandkids get to see the donkeys, too?
chuckle ~
I remember during 1980 to 1981 I was walking across the country when I came across this mule in the pasture. He/She was a very laid back animal. Great memories. Great photo of the donkey.
He does look sweet.
Ah ha. You've learned how to line up pictures on the new Xanga. But, unfortunately, it still won't work if they have captions.
Donkeys love you! That says it all, doesn't it?
Donkeys love everyone until you want them to do something! hehe! Sort of like people!
Many years ago we lived in central Calif. on a ranch. The people who owned the ranch had 2 donkeys. A mother named Gypsy, and her son named Buck. Every evening at sundown, they would come to our window and bray. I'd go out and give them each a slice of bread. Then they'd happily leave. I tried to ride Gypsy once, but she refused to move.
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I think it is nice that you like donkeys and they like you. lol
I like the different angles from which you took your photos. And your poem is neat, too. So how do you know that donkeys love you? Inquiring mind(s) want to know~
Did the grandkids get to see the donkeys, too?
chuckle ~
I remember during 1980 to 1981 I was walking across the country when I came across this mule in the pasture. He/She was a very laid back animal. Great memories. Great photo of the donkey.
He does look sweet.
Ah ha. You've learned how to line up pictures on the new Xanga. But, unfortunately, it still won't work if they have captions.
Donkeys love you! That says it all, doesn't it?
Donkeys love everyone until you want them to do something! hehe! Sort of like people!
Many years ago we lived in central Calif. on a ranch. The people who owned the ranch had 2 donkeys. A mother named Gypsy, and her son named Buck. Every evening at sundown, they would come to our window and bray. I'd go out and give them each a slice of bread. Then they'd happily leave. I tried to ride Gypsy once, but she refused to move.
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