The high point of our week was watching the woman duck under the electrified fence and get soundly stung on the bottom. I wish we had it on tape so we could watch it over and over. The casual walk up to the fence, the semi-ducking motion, then a loud squawk as she sprang into a series of Nijinski-like moves. Well, an extremely ungraceful version of the great dancer. Mostly she just ran in circles clutching her posterior and yelping. I love it when the planets unfold as they should.
On a different note, I received a series of severe bites from TJ this week, one of them under my eye swelled to an impressive balloon size. What happens is that when the woman and Molly go off on their expeditions, I have no protection from TJ. Doc just lets him do as he wants and I can find no place to hide from his aggressions. The whole business of separating us has become so complicated, what with the lush, founder-provoking grass, that the woman phoned her friend Sheila Burns who runs the Primrose Donkey Sanctuary. They have decided that, as TJ's energy level knows no bounds, and Sheila has a two year old donkey called Wilson who is a carbon copy of TJ, that TJ will go to Sheila's for now and we will take in a thirty-something year old donkey called Jack who needs to escape the younger generation. This exchange is supposed to take place on Thursday and frankly I can't wait. The humans are quite teary about the whole thing but I have tried to assure them it is for the best. After all, how can I be put on public display in parades and things if I look like I've been savagely attacked by an axe murderer.
Yesterday we had a visit from the human offspring and their parental unit who used to live with Molly. The woman will post some photos. Of course TJ wouldn't let them near him but he also managed to keep me well away. Doc glued himself to the seven year old male human and washed him from head to foot. Molly accepted several stud muffins and then went off to graze. The girl human tried to sit on Molly but she was having none of it and gave a little buck and grunt and exited the area. The male human offspring sat on Doc and then lay down on him and Doc was thrilled with the whole thing. Strange because there are no young humans around here and he's never interacted much with them before. The woman said "I suppose now I'll have to get him his own kid." Those words strike terror to my heart - what if it were a human version of TJ? I'd rather stick to the two doddering humans we have, flawed though they are.