My donkey doesn’t care about me, but I like him anyway.
SOME PEOPLE are predisposed to adore animals whose most affectionate moments could only be described as aloof. Yes, I’m a cat person; my cat generally treats me like garbage, and I love it. My donkey, too, doesn’t like me. Or, rather, he doesn’t seem to care about me one way or the other. Franco lives at the Donkey Sanctuary of Canada, an organization in Puslinch, Ontario, on a tract of rolling pasture surrounded by wetlands and hiking trails. Four years ago, my husband sponsored Franco as a birthday gift for me. I have visited the sanctuary regularly since then, but Franco keeps his distance. He tolerates me from afar, looking at me with the same air as my cat staring dispassionately from the back of the sofa.
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