SweetHeart, The Burro
So yesterday I am hanging out with our elderhostel group in the horse area. The ladies in the group are excited to muck, brush, and love on the horses. Only a few horses like being groomed so we headed over to the Donkeys, Burros and Mules. Jennifer, the horse manager, warns us that SweetHeart likes to tug on clothing and hats. How cute! SweetHeart has beautiful big ears (the photo doesn't do her justice) and soft soft fur. So eventually all the ladies head over to another burro and I am alone with SweetHeart. I push her nose away from my new white sweater that she has been eyeing and feel her soft fuzzy lips on my hand. So I let her lip my fingers. Her lips are big and soft and funny feeling. "Oh, you are so sweet, don't you have any teeth?" I ask. Next thing I know she has bit down on my finger. Luckily it was bent and sideways so I wasn't in danger of losing it (hopefully). So here I sit, the Humane Educator, the one who WARNS others not to do stupid things, "Don't put your fingers through the fence" "Watch the body language of animals" blah blah blah. Here I sit with my finger in the Burro's mouth trying to CASUALLY pry it out of SWEETHEARTS mouth. Talking doesn't seem to work, enticing her with the glove doesn't seem to work, not even offering her up my brand new white sweater! Eventually, I pried my finger out. No blood just some big ol indentions in my skin and a near heart attack. I could only picture myself walking to the group with a bloody nub! Yikes, that would be soooo embarrasing. A dog might not sound so wimpy, Even a pig but a burro, A cute Doe eyed burro. The kind of burro that took Jesus and Mary across the desert... Well, all is well my finger is intact and physically looks as normal as my other fingers but on the inside it feels a bit foolish!