The 'rents had a very interesting event happen the other day. In fact, it was a first here at The Compound. Thursday afternoon, the donkeys got out. In the 9+ years that we've had them, it was the first time that they'd escaped. Mom and Dad had been working outside and came in to rest and cool off. Dad said he had been in the house no longer than five minutes when he saw Pancho out in the side yard. He looked out and saw Pedro about 50 yards away. They weren't running or freaking out; they were just in search of new grass to eat.
Mom and Dad opened another side gate and after a couple of minutes they were back inside on lockdown. Dad examined the gate that was opened and he can only guess that one of them grabbed onto the latch with their teeth and just kept pulling until there was enough room for them to squeeze through. Rest assured, all of the three gates around the donkey lot have chains on them to prevent another escape.
Mom said that Dad was livid. He's been pretty hacked off at the donkeys for the past couple of months. I'm not sure what's going on, but he's had some attitude issues with them lately, and he keeps threatening to send them packing. We just nod in agreement whenever he says this, for we all know he'd come closer to sending his wife and only child packing than his donkeys.
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