I looked out the door this morning and beheld a desert paradise. There was sand as far as the eye could see, trees with Stud Muffins suspended from every branch, and low tables with all sorts of edibles. There was a small pond of cool water for drinking and a platoon of quiet, service-oriented humans to see to our every need. Handel's Water Music gently wafted through the air (I know - an ironic choice for a desert-loving donkey, but there you have it). I sighed deeply with the greatest pleasure and set my foot out the door...
I came to with a terrible jolt. Herself was peering at me over the stall guard and asking if I was feeling quite sane and telling me to get myself out the door. Tragically, it had all been but a dream. By mid-morning a raw day had turned into a hideous spring blizzard, complete with flying ice pellets and slushy snow. I huddled in a corner of the run-in for the day. Molly stomped in and out, never quite settling but managing to rouse me whenever I slipped into a reverie of escape.
Herself gave us extra tidbits in our dinners but we do not care for the new vitamin/mineral supplement she has put us on. She tries to disguise but it remains the elephant in the room. It is brown, gritty and odoriferous. I carefully seperate the powder and leave it discarded in the bottom of the bowl. It is causing the Woman considerable consternation so at least that is a bright spot in a bleak season. I want sugary, oaty, molassesy food, not something that came out of an abandoned mine shaft.
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Sheaffer, get back to your mirage as soon as you can. That sounds like the very best and smartest way to manage what sounds like a brutal winter for you and yours.
Rafer Johnson was pouting yesterday because we had a big rain and thunderstorm. Redford seems to not mind a little rain and will march around in it. I suspect he pretends he is bossing it around!
billie, I'm trying to keep myself firmly planted in this mirage but keep being rudely awakened by poltroons of all species. I know how Redford feels about the rain - I would like to boss around some weather myself.
Oh Sheaffer - I was so hoping spring was on its way to your place - so sorry it hasn't arrived yet. Soon my fren - soon!
Beautiful day here in the desert - but no stud muffins hanging on the trees - darn it.
Sorry I have been out of touch for a while but I having been training to become a medical practitioner. I have been very busy overseeing the soaking and poulticing of abscesses. At the moment, my Dutch Warmblood friend has an abscess that refuses to drain so I have to help him though his morning routine.
Worse than that, my mom Bert has had recurring problems with her "waterworks" She is on medication twice a day so I also help administer that. Since the medication is mixed with honey I must make sure not a drop is wasted. I have a few bit of sticky on my face as sometimes I get a little enthusicatic with my care.
The weather here is sloppy. We have about 4 inches of snow but it is slushy and everything, including we poor donkeys, is soaking wet.
Spring sunshine where are you????
At first I thought perhaps a wind/sand storm..but, I was sure there must still be some snow or totally soggy earth...couldn't figure it out...til you mentioned lovely muffins suspended from the branches...ahhahah....it was then I knew you were totally hallucinating.
She's gonna have to break down soon Sheaffer and bake you some of those yummy molasses-y stud muffins.... to hide the odoriferous supplements....
stay warm little buddy...
Buddy, you must console yourself with the occasional apricot! This whole long winter business is frankly becoming tedious. Have a roll in the sand for me...
Willy, you brave lad! By the time things have settled you will be fully qualified to serve at the front as a medic in case of armed conflict.I hope your poor mother is feeling somewhat improved in the waterworks department? It sounds dreadful. I blame all of this on the winter that won't leave.
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