Donkey Walking
Last Saturday I took Trooper for a walk. Trooper is a 14.2 hand donkey. I dressed him up in his saddle and the pack, and down the trail we walked. I am walking him so that he gets very used to the people, the bikes, the kids, and the dogs before we go for a ride down the path.
I had PLENTY of time to walk a couple of miles and then come back to the parking lot before 8 p.m., when they LOCK THE GATE! Unfortunately, I failed to factor in standing and thinking when confronted with noises.
We were passing a fence with a family living their every day lives behind it. This involved dogs barking, cows marching out to the field, and kids riding "Hot Wheels" type trikes on concrete. Unfamiliar noises that Mr. donkey can't figure out means standing and thinking and waiting. Standing that takes more than 1/2 hour, as the clock ticks ever closer to the gate-closing hour. Yay.
People came by and said, "Weren't you here when we came by last time?" They were riding bikes up the path and back. Yes, we still were right on the same spot, hadn't moved. Hadn't moved AN INCH!
So the kind strangers chatted with me awhile, and a very nice thing happened. Trooper forgot he was frozen to his spot, and we finally got to go home!
And guess what, yelling and pulling doesn't do squat. Might as well enjoy the scenery and talk to strangers!
Trooper! We have to go! Now! Don't you want to go home? C'mon, boy. Be nice. Trooper! Trooooooooper!!!! Sigh.
I had PLENTY of time to walk a couple of miles and then come back to the parking lot before 8 p.m., when they LOCK THE GATE! Unfortunately, I failed to factor in standing and thinking when confronted with noises.
We were passing a fence with a family living their every day lives behind it. This involved dogs barking, cows marching out to the field, and kids riding "Hot Wheels" type trikes on concrete. Unfamiliar noises that Mr. donkey can't figure out means standing and thinking and waiting. Standing that takes more than 1/2 hour, as the clock ticks ever closer to the gate-closing hour. Yay.
People came by and said, "Weren't you here when we came by last time?" They were riding bikes up the path and back. Yes, we still were right on the same spot, hadn't moved. Hadn't moved AN INCH!
So the kind strangers chatted with me awhile, and a very nice thing happened. Trooper forgot he was frozen to his spot, and we finally got to go home!
And guess what, yelling and pulling doesn't do squat. Might as well enjoy the scenery and talk to strangers!
Trooper! We have to go! Now! Don't you want to go home? C'mon, boy. Be nice. Trooper! Trooooooooper!!!! Sigh.
posted by Auriel Ragmon | 8:50 PM
3 Comments:
That is tooooooo funny! I remember the time that our horse kicked unwise spouse and he decided to throw th horse on the ground!!!! Same scenario, it CAN'T be done!!! We laughed until we were crying and the horse couldn't quite make out what that human was thinking!
Ha! I am laughing picturing the scene. That's a gut buster.
Maybe that's why donkeys live so long. When something weird happens, they stand still and think about it...
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