The adventure begins as thus, we made a mistake. We trusted someone that we knew better than to trust. We were informed by our brother-in-law that he had a neighbor with a stock rack and that he would find out if we could borrow it. A week goes by and there is no news. My husband called him and asked about this stock rack, the brother-in-law had never asked the neighbor and informed my husband he would head over there right that moment and ask. He never called back.
I know that some of you do not know what a stock rack is. I attempted to find a link with a good definition. There is no such thing. I tried to find a picture of a stock rack to share. How very sad that the only good one I could find was a toy truck! The cage on the back of the truck is a stock rack. I called around and was informed that it is difficult to find them anymore, most people want trailers. ~sigh~
I found myself calling and looking up used trailers for sale or trailer rentals. You can not rent a horse trailer in the state of Kansas. Now what? We leave soon. My brother-in-law, a different one, has a trailer. It has no lights and needs new tires. Guess who gets to go and buy a harness and get new tires for it today. You guessed correctly, me!
And of course my sister-in-law is treating me badly, questioning why I had to go to Texas to get a donkey. What she doesn't understand is that it's not just about the donkey. It's about a friendship, and about my husband and I being without children for a weekend. The only vacation we have ever had.
Hopefully, tonight we are leaving for Texas to go and pick up the demon donkey. There will be no posts from me this weekend. But if you wish to follow the drama, you can keep and eye on me over on Tales of a Texas Farmwife. Marina's blog will be my Saturday blogroll call.
Sundays make it from scratch will be Cinnamon Raisin Bread
I will be back Monday to tell you all about it.