The Big Chill

I got a text message from my barn owner yesterday, that Fatty was shivering. I offered her the use of one of my heavyweight blankets, and she gratefully accepted. With temperatures in the single digits, it's little wonder that the older donkey was feeling the cold.

When I got to the barn, poor Fatty's hair was straight on end, yet he still felt cold and there was a touch of a tremor. I quickly snuggled him into the blanket, and he has been happy ever since.

Like, Fatty, will you ever let me take the blanket back?

Fatty has a history of getting chilled. Glad this time we were able to stave off the chill before it became more serious.

From the last dental treatment... snug as a donk in a rug!