I took this picture when we were camping, and I’m certain Wilbur and Cherokee were glad they came with us.
Monday night, Wilbur had a seizure. It was not his first, nor will it be his last. I think the many white hairs on Wilbur are due, in part, to the seizures he has from time to time. Watching him seize is heartbreaking, as is watching him when he clumsily stands and wobbles around trying regain control sooner than his body will allow.
Wilbur is a kind, old soul, and I love him very much.
“Mommy!” Joe yells over and over again, as he runs to the house. I hear the storm door open and close.
“Mommy! The donkey and mule are out!” He shouts, as he runs to find me inside the house. When he sees me, he smiles. “The donkey – or the mule – whatever it is – it’s out. Come outside, Mommy!”
The boys know I love horses, donkeys, and mules. I’ve been a horse lover since I was young. The folks living behind our next door neighbor’s house have two horses and a donkey, or a mule. Like the best politician, I flip flop on what to call the poor guy. What say you? Is this guy a donkey or a mule? Today I’m waving the “It’s a mule” flag, but I reserve the right to switch flags at any time.
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Good thing we went camping last weekend. These pictures are getting me through the week. Hopefully, I’ll have something ‘new’ for tomorrow. Until then, here’s a picture of my boys mugging it up for the camera while camping. Have you seen my boys prior to today? This may be the first time I’ve shared a picture of them (or the 276th time).
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