Teacup Donkey

This is my story from my arrival in Missouri thtrough the days of my blogging.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Best Friends are cool as a cool cat.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

This is Bunny Bucktooth. He is a squirrel chaser and leash puller. He is a mix (a mix of his Mother, Brother, and a few aunts and uncles). He came out of the Ozarks as a lost puppy with a load of fleas. He had his teeth fixed and now is masquerading as a CEO of an internet startup in Silicon Valley.

 Here are three cats; two brothers and a sister born around Easter 1995 (picture taken around 2002). On top is Rex, a.k.a. No. 1 Cat, a.k.a. Best Buddy. He died Nov. 2, 2012. He will be remembered as the best cat that ever lived. Below him is Mouse, the new No.1 Cat, and the second best cat that ever lived. He is seventeen now. And below them is sister Sugar Plum, one of the sweetest cats that ever lived. She died in 2007. Not shown is sister Baby, a dwarf cat that was very unusual. Sick as a kitten and never expected to live, she lived until 2010. And also not shown is sister Freckle, a.k.a. Pumba, a furry ball and affectionate cat who has been a lifetime friend of a now-not-so-little girl.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

I'm not a ronkey

I was going to post a while ago but the keys on the computer were just too small for my hooves that I kept on hitting the r instead of the d so it came out the ronkey. If there are any donkeys out there then they will know what I mean.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I was put out to pasture

Sorry I have not blogged for half my life but I was just too tired. I am still alive and live in the barn now. I have gained some weight although I only weigh about the same as a big pig or a little hog. A very big pig with big ears and a hee instead of a grunt.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Blogging donkey

I'm the blogging donkey. Teacup is my name, blogging is my game.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Tangled in a Fence

Two days ago I almost did myself in. While I was casually grazing in the field next to mine where the grass is always greener, unless of course I am on the other side of the fence, which is often because being so small I can get through the wires, I hooked my bridle latch on the bottom wire. To the untrained eye of the donkey owner I was able to not look stupid just standing by the fence. It was to be a hot day but the morning was still cool even in the sun at 8 a.m. This is everyone's favorite time...its food time. I could see my horse friend Fire and donkey friend VJ doing their prefeeding dance around the trough. Of course it was difficult to see them with my head latched to the fence but I could turn halfway around to look. The noise of the food, my food, landing in the trough was too much to take. I yelled a noise a miniature donkey didn't know he could make. It was more likened to the squeal of a pig than to anything that could come out of a little donkey. The donkey owner didn't even know it was me. When he came to investigate in my direction only I and the fence were standing there. I felt like a stupid ass tangled up in the fence. The donkey owner quickly saw my situation and set me free.  I am forever in the debt of the donkey owner. Now where is my food?

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Sold, Cut, and Delivered

Minding my own business, hanging out with a dozen horses and half a dozen full-sized donkeys in the back field I was living easy. But, as fate would have it, I was quickly sold to a local. No New England donkey would I be. A few days later I was hauled for a quick stay at the vet's for shots and a quick cut and the taken to my final destination. My new life has arrived.

Property of a horse/donkey trader

I was only about two when I found myself back in open pastures at the horse trader's .

Since I was very small, seems like yesterday, I always wanted to roam open pastures. Well, I was hauled out of my open pasture in Texas to stockyard, auctioned to a horse/donkey trader and found myself halfway to CT.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

What I Am

I'm a miniature donkey, a Sicilian Donkey in fact. I'm very small only about 30 inches high on my back. I've had an interesting few weeks lately.