Not a mustang. Not even a BLM Burro. So what the heck is she doing here at the Mustang Diaries? Expressing a bit of Donkitude, that's what!
No, I didn't want. I couldn't...could I? No...City Boy would flip his lid. I couldn't.
Somehow those crazy people had me backing my truck up to the barn and loading little Isabella into its bed. The horses were mystified at first. But they now think of her as a long eared sheep who's baaaa needs a bit of oil.
City Boy expressed that he was not entirely delighted with the prospect of a donkey and has made me promise to sell a couple sheep if we keep her. I think deep down he likes her, though...she's so cotton pickin' cute!!! And full of Donkitude...


