I am not a massive animal lover. I tolerate them but I won’t keep a pet. Not now, not ever (Sorry C). I fear they’ll bite me, they smell awful and I can not bring myself to pet anything – except a small, furry kitten. That much I will tolerate doing.
As for donkeys, blah no way!
Yet yesterday afternoon, on an outing to Chilham I ended up buying a bag of carrots and feeding one to a donkey (I could feed only one, the rest of the task was handed over to my friend), all for the sake of C who seems to be taken with animals. Donkeys more than the rest it seems :S
I could not wash my hands anymore times and antibacterial spray was sprayed on for minutes, and I think the awful smell has finally gone away.
Having said all that, C was smitten with the donkeys, ostriches and chickens. Which, sadly for me, means we will soon have to go again.
Just for the record, I don’t hate animals. I just don’t like them near me.