Beware of Donkeys

You know, sometimes I wonder. I wonder about so-o-o-o-o many things but, mostly I wonder about why bad things happen to good people. A couple of weeks ago, my granddaughter, Ashley was attacked by a donkey. Now, I am sure you are sitting there waiting for the punch line, right? Well, there is none. This is no joke. Ashley, who is in the 4th grade gets picked up after school by a neighbor, Cassy. Cassy helps Ashley with her homework and they hang out till Gina gets off work. Sometimes Ashley and Cassy run errands or they go out to Cassy's sister's. That's exactly what they did on this particular day. Picture this. It's a nice day in Georgia. Two good kids decide to go out and visit. While they are at the sister's house, they decide to go out to the pasture to see the horse. Cassy is quite a horsewoman and has been very good in teaching Ashley to ride. They weren't bothering anyone. They just wanted to see the horse. No big deal, right? Wrong. They had been petting the horse when they looked across the pasture and see the donkey coming toward them. The grandfather who was with them said not to worry. The donkey wouldn't bother anyone. Was he wrong! When the donkey came up, he headbutted Ashley, knocking her to the ground. While he had her on the ground, he reached down and bit her in the stomach area. Cassyi and the grandfather began beating and kicking the donkey trying to get him off Ashley. They drug her out from under the donkey and got her away from the pasture. They jumped in the car and took off for home. Ashley has about a six-inch bite on her stomach. The donkey broke the skin in about 5 or 6 places. You can count 17 individual teeth marks. Ashley was a wreck; Cassy was a wreck and Gina became a wreck. She immediately called the "Call a Nurse" for her insurance company. Gina kept telling them that Ashley had been bitten by a donkey. Not understanding what she was saying, the nurse kept asking, "Mam, what did you say bit her?" After several times of saying, "A donkey, a donkey, a donkey", the nurse said, "Mam, are you trying to tell me that a Jack Ass bit your daughter?" "Yes, that's exactly what I am telling you -- a jack ass bit my daughter", exclaimed Gina. She was told that since a donkey is considered to be livestock and because livestock bites can cause such problems, she should immediately call Ashley's pediatrician. The doctor finally returned Gina's call and it was determined that since Ashley was up-to-date on all her shots, and because it was now after hours, they should just clean the bite very well and apply some anti-bacterial ointment to it. She was told to contact them again the next day if the bite looked bad. Well, Ashley didn't end up having to go to the emergency room and she is OK, but she'll definitely have quite a scar that is sure to be the topic of conversation as she grows up. Can you imagine the horror of laying on the ground with a crazy donkey biting you? I would absolutely lose it! We have pictures, but I haven't gotten Gina to download them yet. I will try my best to get that done tomorrow and post them so that those of you who still believe this is a joke can see -- my sweet granddaughter has already had to suffer because of a stupid jack ass. Bless her heart; she should be a LOT older before this happens to her. Don't you agree?