Her eyes were deep, brown pools of mystery.
Her lips, soft, sweet and furry...
A love poem, you thought, until you read that word.
Those brown eyes of mystery...
(with their perfect eyeliner)
Those lips would be these...
and they are lips that I never hesitate to kiss.
These two sweet donkey sisters...
I can scarcely find enough adjectives to describe how absolutely sweet they are.
You seriously must get to know them in person.
If so, then you would agree with me.
There's not a sweeter soul in all the world than these two
big-eared, big-hearted mini-donks.
I've had people exclaim that truly they had no idea how small these two are.
It's hard to ascertain their actual size from photographs.
Their backs are no taller than my hip.
We are kindred spirits, these two and I.
I only need walking out of the barn and calling "donkey girls",
and they come trotting to wherever I am.
They are never an ounce of trouble for me.
Yesterday, when they were done grazing the morning away in the front pasture,
(while the horses spent the day in the upper pasture)
the donkeys came in and took a nap in their shed.
I had just finished afternoon chores and decided to join them.
I sat down in front of Daphne,...