It's a beautiful March day in Michigan (no, we normally never ever say that) so I thought it a fine time to take a deck chair out to the donkey yard, park it for a few minutes and talk/scratch things over.
I started with sweet Fran. Was giving her good scratches when normally touch-me-not Gabby horned her way in. She was insistent! It's my turn.
Although she is normally adamant she does not want her head touched, I started scratching the side of her face and she couldn't get enough. More, more, more... She was practically in my lap.
I got stomped about three weeks ago by Natural, the large equine boy, and my foot is still tender. So while Gabby is getting closer and closer, I was anxious to keep that right foot out of the line of 300-lb beasties.
About this time, Luigi, not to be outdone by anyone else's cute antics, pulled his if-I-inch-my-way-backwards-you-won't-notice-me trick until his behind was pushing the chair. Thought I was going to get bowled over so I politely told him to knock it off. Then Fran and Gabby started to snipe about who's getting way too much attention. Sitting there wasn't the wisest move. Who am I with anyway, the three stooges?
I got a brush out of the tack box in the shed and started some vigorous brushing. Wasn't that just the cat's meow. Ooh-la-la. Everyone enjoyed their turn immensely.
A fine March afternoon indeed.