Many years ago, we added an old donkey to our little farm. It was not a necessary addition in my opinion. I didn’t have a cart I needed pulled. I wasn’t planning on packing my way through a mountainous region. It was just another mouth to feed. Enter Apple Jack. Exit common sense. He grew on me. He was loyal. He was friendly. Well, not to dogs. He was oh-so noisy. He was missed after he died.
We recently brought a one-year old donkey to our little farm. Would he be able to live up to Apple Jack’s reign? Would he have personality? Would he make us and our guests smile…after they covered their ears!?
The first comment people usually make is, “You got another donkey?” Followed by, “What is his name?” It didn’t take long for his name to form in my heart. Happy. He seems happy. He makes me happy. Happy it is.
He brays. It isn’t the deep, loud, resonating bray of Apple Jack. I am presuming that will develop with age and experience. His bray sounds a little more like a 4th grader learning to play the trumpet. Squeaky, but delivered with effort. And the expectant look afterwards that says, “How was that?” I pat his head and tell him, “Good job.”
Happiness comes in all shapes and sizes.