Attack Jack's first initial strike was a spectacular leap and mid-air pit-bull-style grab on the pup. For an instant, he was in mid-air with the dog in his mouth, swinging from the mare's hind legs as she kicked. Soon the dog collar broke and the pooch was free. But not for long! As the little dog scrambled for freedom, the donkey pounced at him like a cheetah. He didn't stop until the dog quit moving. I was both sad and proud at the same time.
As we turned our attention from the dog, we noticed the mare was still fouled. She was free from the puppy, but the rope was wrapped tight. And she was fighting too violently for us to run in and cut the rope. Soon she tripped and fell on her side. Donkeys are opportunistic creatures, and attack jack knew what he needed to do next. He had that ole mare bred before we could stop him. Bred her laying flat on her side with her back legs hobbled together against her will.
In the meantime, the big runaway gelding had lost his mind and ran off, busted through the , out the other side, crashed a fence and got tangled in 4 strands of gaucho wire. As I led my donkey back to the pasture, I heard Anorexia Amber yell, "Hey, you still got that pistol?"
He looks proud of himself, huh?