Friday, September 12, 2008

It's Always About TJ...

It seems I just get my nerves nicely unjangled and that loathesome mule's name pops up again. With his energy level he could be in Argentia by now if he put his mind to it, but no, he's got to stay in the same province as me, and the woman has to keep asking about his dastardly muleish self.

Sheila, who runs PrimRose Donkey Sanctuary, told the woman that TJ's socialization is coming along well and he is becoming more comfortable with humans. In fact, he now has his own personal volunteer who comes to work just with his tiny horrible self and she is patiently convincing him that humans are not all bad. She is even able to stroke him on his tiny goat-like chin - which begs the question, who on earth would want to? He receives much ooohing and aaahing for his efforts, which in my opinion is just over the top. He's quite smug enough already. Jack's take on this is "Huhhh, I'm reservin' judgement on that boy. I still think he's mosly outlaw". Part Tasmanian Devil is more like it.

It gets worse, though. A friend of the woman's who lives with Nacho the donkey came over in the spring and took many photos of us. Some of these have been entered in a photo contest and I have a sinking feeling TJ might bamboozle the judges into giving his photo a ribbon. His photo is a closeup of his black, beady eye. It is NOT dark, liquid and mysterious as the humans claim. Mine is a closeup of my distinguished grey muzzle. It is NOT bulbous, whiskery and dusty as TJ claims. The woman is using her limited skills to get them posted here - it could take time.

On the homefront, we've been a tremendous help in getting ready for winter (I shudder at the very word). She gathered all sorts of branches and leaves in a pile in the paddock and we spread them far and wide to help them dry out. Surely she wants them as winter fodder for us? I didn't care for her tone when she discovered how hard we had worked. She is also spreading a lovely gravelly dirt mixture in some of the low spots and before she can tip it out of the wheelbarrow, we throw ourselves on it in an attempt to help compact it. "Geroutofthatyoueejits", she bellows, which is a fine way of expressing her gratitude, I don't think. Nevertheless, we remain unstinting in our generous attempts to help. That's just the donkey way.

6 comments:

Dougie Donk said...

Sheaffer, is your woman of Irish origin? My big friend Flynn is originally from the Emerald Isle & assures me that while "Eejit" is a much used term, it is not one of endearment!

Perhaps you should consider a withdrawal of your valuable labour from the winter preparations until she amends her ways?

billie said...

How amazing that TJ now has his very own volunteer! I suspect this is just what he needs to help him learn the finer points of interacting properly with humans, but my goodness! He always seems to come out on top, doesn't he? You have to admire his ability to land on his feet (wreaking havoc in the process, but still).

ponymaid said...

dougie - the woman does indeed have some Irish ancestry in her DNA, as well as Scottish and British. Unfortunately it allows her to abuse us in various colloquial ways. This is in addition to the Canadian abuse that is heaped upon us. It's a hard life. You're right - she doesn't deserve our selfless efforts.

billie, I've often wondered about the spell of serendipity that surrounds TJ. I wish that volunteer the best of luck...

Buddy said...

Sheaffer - I know you don't want to hear this - but that photo of TJ's eye is awesome - really nice - could be an award winner!

Nothing happening here in Nevada - just hot - nite time it cools off in the 40's - very nice!

Suppose to get a bath today - I hope my woman forgets!

Take care my fren!

CindyLouWho said...

Personally, I think the Noble Nostril would be an award winner if one were to crop out the fly mask...
My woman took a picture of my daughter's eye when she was a young'un. It had the setting sun reflected in it, but the woman never entered it in a contest.
As for TJ... you know *they* always say it's the squeaky wheel that gets the grease.
You keep helping the woman with the w**nt*r preparations. No doubt she'll eventually admit she couldn't have done it without your collective help. And just think of how great those ashes will feel after the brush fire...

robert5721 said...

Sheaffer,
Hey there Bud....just PLEASE make sure that the fire is out before you take your dust bath....
Mr Gale