He is on the verge of founder. He is on a strict diet. You could set a table for 4 on his back and have plenty of room. I don't know how old he is but he is not really old nor is he very young. Donkeys live a very long time. Bob trimmed his front feet this evening and he didn't like it a whole lot but they got it done. His feet have been taken care of pretty much but were do for a trim. He loves apples, doesn't eat carrots but likes the tops. He wants his apple cut up however. He did not want to take a bite out of it. And when he dropped it, he wanted it washed off. LOL.
Wonder what Maggie is looking at? I wondered too. When I went out to see what was up in the tree, this is what I found.
Poor kitty. I got after Maggie. She knows better. I put her into the house and in a few minutes I went out to see if I could shake him out but he had gotten himself down. Its a walnut tree and not very tall. I didn't want to have to drag out the step ladder and try to get him down because he has never been handled and it could have been very interesting.
Life feels a little better. My head is running and I think that means this crud is breaking up. Thank goodness. It was warm and it felt good to get outside and do some things I wanted. I took a long nap this afternoon and had weird dreams but woke up feeling good.
Have a great Wednesday. I have to go to town. And drive the truck. I can do it. I can, yes I can.
Today I am thankful that we had the ability to rescue this little critter. He is sweet and loveable and loves to be hugged and puts his head up against you and just sighs. Let me introduce you to Fast Eddie.