Reign of Terror in Roseneath

We have reports back from the donkey sanctuary and they are quite alarming. TJ has cut a path of destruction through there that has left both humans and donkeys in a state of shock.

The only donkey he has accepted somewhat is Wilson the two year old and even Wilson can't quite believe the creature who has been put in his care. TJ was systematically introduced to each donkey and quickly laid down the law as to who was boss. As always, they were initially decieived by his "cute" appearance and innocent demeanor. Then he sent them flying in all directions with orders "not ta git in mi face if ya wanna live." His crowning victory came yesterday when he routed Jed, the very much alpha donkey. Jed prepared to put the upstart in his place and quickly found himself a victim of gaping wounds, a ripped nostril and small, round hoof dents. Sheila heard the volunteers screaming and ran out to see them trying to pull TJ off Jed's person. As TJ is uncatchable, and quite deaf when in the process of annihilating someone, they had to chase the two of them to the barn with TJ hanging off Jed like a leech.

We are in the midst of a nasty heat wave and Jed was both bleeding and wringing wet, whilst shaking like a leaf. They draped cold towels over him and doctored his wounds and he gradually stopped shaking. TJ was merely somewhat out of breath. Our woman was most distraught at hearing this, and feels she has unleashed "Little Damien" on a once-peaceful sanctuary. Sheila will try to find TJ a home with large horses only, as he seems to despise all donkeys. I feel both horrified that another donkey (and a large one at that) had to suffer at the hoofs of the psychopath, but also somewhat vindicated that I survived several months in his company.

Jack is very happy to find himself here. He has his own stall, full haynet at night, mushy dinner for the elderly, grooming and lots of attention. Sheila did a wonderful job at bringing him back from the brink and we are now helping with the next stage. He will get what is left of his very long coat clipped this afternoon - he has been treated for anything that might be inhabiting his hair but just seems itchy from the layer of thick fur. We both get horribly bitten on the legs by blackflies and the woman applies a wonderous ointment called SWAT to foil the demons. We like to stand under the trees where there is a light breeze and a donkey's tail doesn't have to work so hard.

Jack is an excellent neighbour - polite and quiet and not given to tossing the metal gate on my person when I am sleeping or sticking his head through and pinching me hard while asking if I'm awake. He says little and seems to be in a bit of a time warp - he asked me the other day if I thought the Kaiser could ever be defeated. I am growing quite fond of him and hope his health allows him many more years with us.