Archive | October 25, 2012

Chasing Donkeys with the Preacher’s Daughters

As usual we were running late for work.  Fallen Angel and Little Bubba were already in the truck and ready to go.  As I hopped up into her giant truck I got a glimpse of something in the back yard.  I asked my sister, “Did you know that there are donkeys in our back yard?”  She yelled, “What?  Oh my God!”  Indeed there was one large donkey, and one smaller donkey taking a stroll through our back yard.

We both got out of the truck, and she headed to the barn for some rope and a feed bucket.  Her plan was to gently ease up on the two trespassers, offer them some feed, then at the opportune moment, try to get a rope around them.  Easier said than done.

When she started down the hill toward them they caught on and started to walk in the opposite direction.  Then they started trotting.  As they headed around the other side of the house, she trotted along behind them, only stopping long enough to yell for me to drive the truck around to the front of the house.  I did as she asked and we managed to run them along the fence, up to the gate to the horse pasture.  Her new plan was to wrangle them into the horse pasture, and keep them there until we could find their owner.

Unfortunately, when they saw the truck coming toward’s them, they bolted in the other direction.  I took off after them, but that didn’t work either.  Evidently my “Dukes of Hazzard” style of driving was too frightening for them, and they split up, ran off in different directions, and disappeared into the woods.  Little Bubba enjoyed the ride though.  As I gunned it he yelled, “Go, [Ginger], go!” laughing all the way.

After much running and chasing we finally gave up.  We were seriously late for work, and didn’t think chasing donkeys was going to be an acceptable excuse.

And that was how our morning started.

Happy humping!