Its a regular dance the donkeys and I perform. Daily. Sometimes multiple times a day.
I walk into the hay aisle and usually Gabariella walks in right behind me. I turn around with hay in hand to walk out and throw in the donkey yard, and yes, there's a donkey in my way.
This necessitated a quick push past Gabby (not an easy task -- she's a donkey after all-- who can easily choose to firmly plant four feet), quickly enough to stop the lid from coming off, the grain spilling to the ground and Luigi and Gabby gorging themselves and potentially becoming quite ill.
Yes, these are good times on our little farm. Scoundrels is the polite word for the two equine devils.