Not a baby anymore...

So.. that donkey I have? The one I started this little journal for but never write in? She'll be four this winter. Not a baby anymore. A teenager maybe, but not a baby. Yesterday I went out and caught her, gave her her new fly mask, wormed her, and while I was at it, casually reached down and picked up a foot. Extended it front and back, then just held it. She was an angel. She was also eating at the time. Greedy little pig.