Donkeys are pretty good, aren’t they
There was an eccentric in the town I grew up in who had one. He lived in a big old house down by the river in the town centre, next door to one of the few hotels. The donkey lived in his garden and the hotel took him to court to make him get rid, cos it basically trashed his garden and loads of their guests had to look out at it. Think he won in the end.
His house had a side access passage with a big gate, and sometimes when I’d walk past the donkey would be there, sticking its head out and watching the pedestrians and the traffic 
