the devonish donkey, daniel

photo taken from the Clovelly donkey website 

Daniel is my donkey.  He’s the guy I trust implicitly to carry me and mine along the long, winding and sometimes treacherous road called Serpentine.  So, I ask you, why would I have chosen Daniel?   If you have a quick read of Daniel’s bio, you’ll see that the first words to strike are OLDEST, GRUMPIEST and CLEVEREST…

I have to be honest here, it was Daniel’s gorgeous fluffy winter coat which lured me.  He had me hook, line and sinker as I imagine he’s done to many innocents before me, and as I read on, I started picturing me, the dog and the donkey bumbling along the road, with much sidetracking (deliberate and accidental, more of the accidental I would say) and definately much laughter.  Daniel was my man!  This journey was going to be fun.  Grumpy, old and clever….

The next part of Daniel’s bio had me chuckling quietly to myself - this guy’s got a sense of humour.  I like a good laugh, you know, one of those fantastic, side splitting, bend-over-double kinds of laugh where you cry rivers and rivers of cleansing tears and you wake the next morning with a stomach that feels like you’ve been at the gym for one sit up too many.  I love those kind.  Laughter is essential in life.  Why else would people gather together just to laugh?

Daniel loves an ear rub…  Let’s leave it there shall we?

And the dog chasing thing?  Well, it’s all about me and my dog and how I seemed to have failed the basic obedience component of being a responsible pet owner.  My dog loves to chase things.  She loves the cat, but unfortunately I’m not sure the cat sees it this way.  She loved the baby lamb too, and again, let’s leave that one right there.  I am trying some reverse psychology, I’ll let you know how it goes!

So, on the journey we go.  To the door that leads the way.  See you there.