It Only Hurts When I Blog

Greetings, Bloggy Knights-errant!

Here is our lost soul - the famous Don-key Hotay. (I am sure you get the reference).

We are asking around to try to find someone who will come get him and take care of him. We have some interest from one of Charlie's former coworkers.

Animal control's comment - 'No, we can't help you. Looks like you've got yourself a donkey'. Not very helpful.

Old Don Q trots away when anyone comes near him, but he's eating and acting like a donkey ought to... He is quite ragged and has either been fighting or attacked by another animal.

The neighbors horses are interested, and come to the fence to look him over, but he ignores them. He DOES look at the female donkeys (called Jennys or Jennets, by the way) owned by the neighbor on the other side, and stands and daydreams about them. They are a light cream/gray color, and he's all manly and studly in his brown suit.

Just holler if you know someone who wants him! At least he's safe in the barn lot, and away from the road.