Donkey is terrified of the rock. He hides under the table if he thinks we are going to make him get near it. He’s even more afraid of the rock than he is of vacuum cleaners. I have no clue why. Maybe he’s afraid someone will mistake him for a goat? If we leave him in the back alone he spends all his time on the complete opposite side of the yard. We’re working with him to be one with the rock. This is progress, but I don’t think it’s completely working. The second Michael gets up, Donkey darts back under the table.
That’s a nice shirt Michael’s wearing.
I have to agree with Amy.
Go Hoosiers!
Hey! Why is that weird picture with my name?????
Rachel, It is set to pick a monster at random if you don’t have a gravatar.
Is his name really Donkey? no wonder he has issues…Just kidding. Your garden looks lovely!!
I can hardly wait to see which monster I am…LOL…
Obviously Donkey knows the rock is going to fall down. I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.
Poor Donkey!
Maybe the rock has bad juju and only Donkey can sense it.
Ditto on the bad…uh…juju?
Yeah, dogs sense these things. Where the heck did you get that rock and what has happened to it in the past? Maybe someone was killed on it. Maybe someone was…uh oh! 🙂
. . . but i’ve rubbed my good juju all over it?
There are a lot of rocks in those photos. and a few hunks too.
(I think i said this already…but why not share the wit? )
*cough**cough*Purdue*cough**cough*….
P in Psimet = Purdue
RS – Sooooo disappointed. I thought you were from laffalott….
Have you tried rubbing donkey’s nose in some pebbles? Wait, I messed that up you need to rub some poo on the rock….wait….where’s this going? Nvrmnd…
I think Donkey has an identity crisis. He is a dog, called donkey being dragged unwillingly to the goat sacrifice slab. I’d be scared too.
If you disguised that bench to look more like a forbidden sofa, I’m sure he’ll jump right on it! Did you know that if you rub a dogs chest, it calms him down? I tried that on my sister’s dog this weekend when he was freaking out over the horses we saw on our run. It worked that time, but not when we saw the coyote…
and there’s the Chef looking scary and mean. pah. i know. i know. it’s his schtick.
i don’t believe Donkey. our dogs act as if they hate the couch. i put them on; they hop off. however, we know that at night they hop on. they just want us to think they behave. i think it’s the same with donkey. when you’re not around, he’s all “look, dudes, i so totally hauled this rock up practically by myself. dudes. check it out. my rock. gonna find me some virgin bitches and convince them to sacrifice to the dog-o-love.”
my god, your house is beautiful – and donkey will get used to the rock; he just needs some time alone with it…