When I was in Israel-Palestine in 1996, I rode a dankey from the little beduoin
family I stayed with. As I passed near a tiny bridge, the donkey was spooked by
a horse and took off running down into the ravine and up again. I am not a
frequent horse rider, but that sprint of the donkey was SMOOTH. It surprised me
because my times on a horse were always choppy or bumpy. I have loved donkeys
ever since. We would take the donkey up the fairly high hill and
get water from the well to return to our tent. It was a marvelous experience.
King David had white donkey; for me, the brown or grey with the dark eyes are
adorable. When we choose a garden paradise lifestyle, we will again see the
joy of having a donkey. They are surely a good companion animal that is willing
to do some difficult work and make our life easier.