After Mose’s birthday back in September, he went from being our sweet, polite little guy to being as stubborn as a. . . well, as a donkey. He must’ve overheard that his birthday post was entitled “Terrible Twos” (instead of “The Wonderful, Gorgeous Baby Turns Two”, which is I’m sure what he would’ve preferred), and said to himself, “Terrible?!? I’ll show you terrible, woman!” And he did.
Or maybe not terrible, so much as, stubborn and very hard of hearing (I swear, he needs to borrow Grandma’s hearing aides, although she probably wouldn’t go for that).
Anyways, right after the big move over to the new larger enclosure with the attached smaller pen (that I call the nighttime pen), is when it really all started. Before the move, Mose was always ready to be put up at night and most of the time he was waiting for me at the gate. After the move. . .eh, not so much. The girls are absolute angels . . . at 5pm (4pm, now that the time moved back) every day they’re patiently waiting at the gate to the nighttime pen, eager to be let in. Meanwhile, Mose is doing this:
Do you see him? You don’t? How about now?
No matter the calling, cajoling, and feed bucket rattling, Mose wouldn’t even lift his head to say ,”Boo,” at me. So, every evening I’d walk down the hill, around the pond, and then lead him back on the return trek at a snail’s pace, stopping to grab a bite to eat all along the way (which may be one of the reasons why we’ve had several questions if Mose is pregnant. . . He’s not, I swear to you even though he does look it from certain angles. Buy if he is, I’m contacting Ripley’s 😉 ). Back to the subject at hand. If you’ve never led a donkey somewhere that they don’t want to go, let me enlighten you in three words. . . It. Ain’t. Easy.
But all of that has changed now. He’s been a complete angel the last couple of weeks, and do you know what? Some days he actually beats the girls up to the gate. I don’t know what made him change his mind. Maybe it’s the cooler weather, the shortening days, and he’s ready for bed a little earlier. Or just maybe he realized December isn’t too far off and he doesn’t want to be on a certain jolly, red loving fellow’s naughty list lest he end up with nothing under the tree. No matter the reason, I’m just happy that my polite donkey has made a return. Even if it’s only a short lived return.