I spend much of my time deep in thought, analyzing patterns and trying to figure out what it all means. The woman refers to it as "brooding", which it is not, of course, it's strictly scientific. The rattle of the feed bin is a good thing, the concealed needle behind the vet's back is a bad thing and I have until now felt the arrival of a mini-mule is an omen of satan himself. I may have to reconsider that somewhat in light of my new discovery.
My very good friend Billie, human to Rafer and Redford donkey, has a blog at www.cameraobscura.blogspot.com, where she discusses happenings at their farm, November Hill. She also visits here regularly and has been a great support to me throughout my trials and tribulations. She has helped the cause of PrimRose Donkey Sanctuary by purchasing things in my e-store and always inquires about the state of TJ the terror's well-being (my answer is always the same "demonically possessed").
Last winter she bought some equine leg warmers for her aged mare, Salina, to see if they would help her with the aches and pains of arthritis. They did. Billie spoke about these on her blog and mentioned the name so others could purchase them. These leggings are made by a human named Mr. Petterson and can be seen on his web site, http://www.whinnywarmers.com/ . He was so pleased with Billie's endorsement that he donated a number of them to a sanctuary in the United States, and at Billie's request, sent three sets to PrimRose Donkey Sanctuary here in Roseneath, Ontario.
Now Tabolinsky, the mammoth donkey with dreadful feet, will have a set and Amos, who is around Jack's age and has a fracture in a front leg, will also have a set. Amos is the guardian of the blind jennet Patsy and will be able to fulfill his duties in comfort with the new leg gear. Russell the mule has his own personal set to help keep his nearly 40 year old joints toasty warm. TJ will NOT, as per his request, be getting a set in shiny red with lightning bolts.
Mr. Petterson has also developed anti-fly leg covers called Summer Sox and Jack and I will both be ordering sets of those. Jack has requested that his have an argyll pattern and I would like mine in paisley. The woman says we will get what we get - I dislike the phrase TJ uses to describe her but in this case it is most appropriate - she's a "hard-a**".
There appears to be a pattern to all of this (besides paisley); the setting in motion of one pro-donkey action seems to beget another, and so on. Who knew that TJ's arrival in my life would lead to all this? I envision a world-wide network, seeing to the needs of donkeys globally, with pro-donkey forces strategically situated for maximum effect. And mark my words, there will be paisley anti-fly socks in this utopian donkey world.