We will be taking Twinkie into NW Tucson tomorrow to a new home. The people had 4 jennies & lost one to colic awhile back. We visited them a few weeks ago, & it will be a wonderful home for her. They have a gorgeous barn I would love to have if I could figure out how to transport it & they were willing to give it up, which isn't going to happen..........!!! Right now she is going as a foster rather than an adoption to make sure she gets along OK with the others. Especially the one that lost her friend to colic. I'm sure Twinkie will get along with them, she's learned her donkey manners. I haven't seen her do a social misstep for quite sometime.
Pepsi is doing just fine. Last night was the first night he went out with the rest. The night before we left him & the other minis in, so he could adjust to not have Shag with him. This morning of course we were anxious to see how he did. Rather than wait for everyone to come in from Burroland, John went over to head them in the right direction, & of course see how Pepsi was doing. I look out of the feed room & here comes John with Twinkie following him, & Pepsi following her. I asked John if that was all he could find, he said he had to bring her over because she kept chasing the other donkeys away from him. Put her in her pen, then asked Pepsi to go into his. He let us give him a treat, pet on him, wouldn't follow, I came at him with a halter, & he took off like a race horse. Bucking & kicking & headed for Burroland just as fast as his little legs would carry him. Got everyone else over here, & finally got him thru the gate so we could close it. Once he figured out the gate was shut, he wouldn't let us get close to him for awhile. Finally he let John put his arms around his neck, till I could get a halter on him........brat.........!!! He actually leads pretty good, although I could tell his heart wasn't in it.
I think we finally figured out a method of treating his sarcoid that will work. We halter him, lead him into the chute we built with a corral panel, put the xxTerra on & then entertain him until it dries, so he isn't so intent on rubbing it off.
Sure has been hot the last few days. We always have good intentions of getting chores done while it's still reasonably cool in the morning. But it seems like something always happens, like getting Pepsi in this morning, to mess up our schedule.
Pepsi is doing just fine. Last night was the first night he went out with the rest. The night before we left him & the other minis in, so he could adjust to not have Shag with him. This morning of course we were anxious to see how he did. Rather than wait for everyone to come in from Burroland, John went over to head them in the right direction, & of course see how Pepsi was doing. I look out of the feed room & here comes John with Twinkie following him, & Pepsi following her. I asked John if that was all he could find, he said he had to bring her over because she kept chasing the other donkeys away from him. Put her in her pen, then asked Pepsi to go into his. He let us give him a treat, pet on him, wouldn't follow, I came at him with a halter, & he took off like a race horse. Bucking & kicking & headed for Burroland just as fast as his little legs would carry him. Got everyone else over here, & finally got him thru the gate so we could close it. Once he figured out the gate was shut, he wouldn't let us get close to him for awhile. Finally he let John put his arms around his neck, till I could get a halter on him........brat.........!!! He actually leads pretty good, although I could tell his heart wasn't in it.
I think we finally figured out a method of treating his sarcoid that will work. We halter him, lead him into the chute we built with a corral panel, put the xxTerra on & then entertain him until it dries, so he isn't so intent on rubbing it off.
Sure has been hot the last few days. We always have good intentions of getting chores done while it's still reasonably cool in the morning. But it seems like something always happens, like getting Pepsi in this morning, to mess up our schedule.
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