Rocky's Donkeys

I truly believe, even though it's not true, Rocky was bred to be a cutting horse. Man oh man, does that boy ever have fun chasing the donkeys. During the winter my boy slacked off. He got kind of lazy which is a good thing. If he hadn't, he might have twisted an ankle or something and that would have been bad.

For that, I'm glad he's a lazy bum in winter. I'm a lazy bum too...but not only in winter. If I could hibernate, I would. Except I'd miss eating. I love to eat. As much as my doctor tries to ruin eating by telling me what I can and cannot eat, I still love to eat.

There are the donks.


Heeeeeeere's Johnny...or...Rocky. Right. Roooooocky.


And there he is, herding the donk a donks.


And there's Rocky saying, "Hey, there's my momma. She might have some foodage for me. See ya donkeys."

Really, it was just more of a silent nicker. But I know that's what he was thinking or hoping for. Like me, he loves food. We would hibernate if it meant we could still eat. Perfect world for both of us.

Never mind how dirty and mangy looking he is at this moment, we'll talk about that tomorrow. I mean, you thought your dogs shed! You just wait...

FFR