The Black Hole

So, Mother has returned, apparently none the worse for her solitary ventures.

I know what you're thinking: Wow, Boyfriend, now she has time to stand with you, swishing away any bothersome flies, and pet you, and point the fan on you when it is hot, and feed you cookies, and let you eat on the lawn until you'd rather be back in with Belle, in or out all day long as you wish. (I would not want Belle to be able to just come and go, or Bert and Callie for that matter, because they would just eat all the grass, which is MINE.) I know that's what I pictured.

Well, we were wrong. Mother returned, and after some petting of me, she spent much time worrying over one of the female donkeys, who apparently was a bit sore on one leg. Aunt Nancy came out, too, and while I was pet, it turns out the wee donkey has a black hole in her foot, or something. They had to dig out some unhappiness, and Mother has been spending time with the little donkey on the porch, with its hoof in a strange silver plastic bag that squishes when she walks on it.

How do I know all this? Well, Mother let me on the lawn, and since this is the donkey that is most terrified of me, I decided to barge up on the porch and bang into the box where my brushes are kept.

It was awesome, the poor little donkey nearly left her skin behind her, dragging Auntie Erin in her wake.


Heeeheeheee.


She mustn't be too afraid of me, though, as she nearly touched my nose later, trying to get the cookie Mother was proffering to me.

Silly donkey. You may currently be a time suck, but I am Mother's favorite black hole.

** The wee donk in question