Prison Term

Now that Gabe is gone my little herd is working on integration.  Tessa, of course, loves the donkeys and is extremely happy in their company.  Ramsey is not entirely sure.  It is hard to fault his reasoning since most of his interactions with them outside of the barn involved getting chased by Gabe.  I have been taking things kind of slow, making sure he doesn't get frightened, I want him to like being with Tessa after all.  They spend several hours each day out in the pasture together and that is going very well, but I have still been separating them at night (mainly so I don't have to worry while I am away at work).  I am also having him and Tessa spend a few minutes of "quality time" in the barn together each day.  It's starting to work.  As long as Tessa doesn't move fast, he thinks she is OK.

"i'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT HANGING OUT WITH YOU YA KNOW.  YOU'RE NOT AS BIG AS THE OTHER ONE, BUT STILL WAY BIGGER THEN ANYONE NEEDS TO BE.  Except for those pathetic little ears of course."  

"CAN i COME OUT NOW MA, i THINK i'VE HAD ENOUGH prison, er, QUALITY TIME."

"i'M EVEN WILLING TO STAND NEXT TO THE BIG HORSE NOW SEE...

SO REALLY, i THINK i SHOULD COME OUT NOW."

"Please, please, PLEASE CAN i COME OUT NOW?  THE HORSE IS FINE, GOOD, NO PROBLEM, BUT i AM READY TO COME OUT NOW.  please.  pretty please.

"MOMMMMYYYY, I HAVE TO HAVE A DRINK NOW MOMMY! (Ramsey is basically weaned now except for occasional trauma counseling:)

"i REALLY HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT THING?"