Animals are humbling to me. It might be my fevered imagination, but I always get the sense that the donkeys are laughing at me, that they find me inherently ridiculous. Rose respects me, I suspect, but doesn’t think I’m too bright and knows I am generally incompetent. The donkeys always seem to get a chuckle out of me. Maybe more carrots.
6
October
Is Lulu laughing at me?
by Jon Katz