We're all very preoccupied with the state of the neglected donkey that I spoke of in an earlier post. The OSPCA has been but because the owners refused to let them see any of the animals, they had to leave and try to get something called a warrant. We can't get any information from them and so can't give an update, or even say if the donkey is still alive. We're very worried and afraid for him. I would even let him share my stall - but mules are still not allowed.
Speaking of which, I have a call in to Dr. Maggie to see if she can put TJ's baby tooth back in. Without a toothache to keep him busy, his energy level has shot into the stratosphere. He exits the barn in the morning like one of those rockets with sparks shooting out of it's backside. Next time he has to have a tooth out, I plan to tie a string around it and tie the other end to Molly's tail just as the woman approaches with food. That will take care of all the nonsense and expense.
The woman bought me a container of a liquid called Bitter Orange, which acts as a mule repellent. She spread it liberally on my person and waited for TJ to attack. Sneaky little devil, he smelled it before he touched me and just ran off cackling to himself. Molly came over to see what the fuss was, brushed her muzzle over my back and went "gakk blehh yechh" and tried to wipe it off on her knee. The best laid plans once again fall victim to his coniving mule-idity.