A Little Bit about Me and My Farm

For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Donkey.  I know, I am a donkey and my name is Donkey.   I get that all the time.  I am named after Donkey in Shrek.  You know.   Shrek… the Ogre… Eddie Murphy… Never mind.  If you don’t understand you can google it.  Anyway, I am one of the Resident Mascots here, which is a very important position.  What this means is that I live here, I help represent the farm, I am darned cute, and everyone loves me…

I have quite the life, really.  I always get handouts and I almost always get let out of the pasture so I can hang with the farm people and help them with their work.  If I disappear, it just means that I have managed to find a secret stash of hay somewhere.  Trust me, I am never far off because there is plenty of hay around and there is absolutely no reason to go anywhere else.  Generally speaking, I get a lot of special privileges because I am quite charming and very good company.  Let me tell you, good looks go a long, long way.  Every donkey should be so fortunate.

I didn’t always live here.  I used to live in Ohio with a family who thought I was really special, which I am. They loved me a lot.  That was a great home but, sadly, they had some really unfortunate things happen and they could no longer take care of me, no matter how much they wanted to keep me and love me forever.  We were very sad and worried and it was not good.  So Lisa (who runs the farm and is a very nice lady, except when she says I need to go in the diet pasture, which is another story for another day) said I could come live here and that I would be loved and taken care of forever and ever.  I was very sad to say goodbye to my Ohio people (and for those of you who might be wondering, donkeys do cry), but this farm is a really good place and I love it here.  I am one of the lucky ones, trust me.

It was before my Ohio family that life was not so good.  I try not to think about it, and I certainly don’t talk about it, so no one knows the details, but let’s just say I was sent to an auction where Unspeakable Things happen to animals if kind people don’t buy them.  Well, lucky for me, my Ohio people bought me and, quite literally, saved my hide.

See, that’s what this farm is about.  The people here love the horses that no one wants. They find horses that are in trouble and fix them up if they are sick or injured and they help them feel safe.   Boy, sometimes that’s a tough one, let me tell you. The feeling safe part, because a lot of the horses are afraid and believe they are going to be hurt again, or forgotten about.  But that does not happen here and the horses eventually learn that there are a lot of kind, generous people in the world that love and understand animals and want to make them feel better.  So once the new horses relax and once their bodies heal, the farm people find new homes for them with their new families who will really and truly love them and take care of them forever. 

So this is the place where all of that happens.  It’s a pretty good place to be, despite the existence of the diet pasture and my strong objection to those who think that I need to spend time there. But like I said, that’s another story for another day.

I plan to tell you more stuff as time goes on.  There’s a lot of stuff to tell, trust me.  But for right now I just wanted to tell you a little bit about this special place.   

I’ll talk to you later…

Love, Donkey

Here's donkey!