I have long held that my pets choose me.
I do my best to go into a situation where I am acquiring a new pet, to let nature take its course and let the animal come to me.
Today was no exception.
I went back to SiSu's ranch.
I took my two BFFs, Laureen and Deb with me.
I wanted their opinions on the two sets of donkeys that I was considering.
Clearly, the donkeys didn't care what Laureen or Deb or even I thought about the matter.
These boys, that don't know me from a hole in the wall, decided that snuggling was in order.
Later, I got a chair and we had a proper love fest---one where I wouldn't tip over backwards should they get too close.
Unless a new name becomes apparent for either donkey, I'll keep the names that SiSu gave them.
Digger (red/gray) is on my left and Wishbone (chocolate/black) is on my right.
I think I have been chosen.
Which works out great, because I happen to think they hung the moon.
Now, I must get about the business of getting my place donkey ready and officially buy them.