I am out for a walk in a park on a nature trail that goes around a lake.  I realize that my pants are falling off and I walk off the trail to pull my pants up.  I see a donkey, a pale beige one with a harness.  Not knowing where it came from, I grab hold of the harness and start leading the animal back towards the trail.  I find some workers, one a foreigner who cannot speak English who is short and doing most of the grunt work.  The other is a supervisor and he tells me that the donkey probably came from the private party over by the golf course.  He points in the direction of the golf course and I start leading the donkey that way.  It follows rather belligerently, not completely resisting but not fighting altogether.

I meet Rob and some others on my way and they offer to help, taking the donkey away.  I am not sure that this is a good idea but I don’t protest.  Later, however, I ask about the donkey and everyone laughs. I eventually find out that the donkey is “over there” and when I go I am horrified to see that the donkey is in a large cage with three aggressive dogs that have it cornered and trembling.  I rush in to get the donkey out, all the while screaming angrily at everyone for tormenting the poor thing.  As soon as I get close enough, the donkey licks me, an obvious sign of gratitude. I lead the donkey out of the cage and home, thinking that we might have a problem introducing my donkey to the dogs (Romanov and Snowdoll) but that hopefully they will all learn to get along.