Eeyore

Most people's childhood pets are cats, dogs, guinea pigs (not sure why), and maybe turtles or birds. But for a few years, probably when I was around 8-10 years old, my favorite pet was our old stubborn mule. I think us three little kids (aka Angie, Brandon and Kim) thought that Eeyore, the mule, was ours. It was just our size and noone else gave her any attention. I'm pretty sure we didn't feel like we needed to get permission to "play" with her. Brandon, Kim and I would ride her all together. We didn't care to put a saddle on, just tied some old baling twine (in some awesome huge knots, the bigger the stronger right?) onto Eeyore's halter as the reigns, and off we went. Eeyore was pretty old, I think my mom's cousin gave her to us so she wouldn't die in their field, so she didn't REALLY like to be ridden, and being known as a stubborn mule, she got away with it. She would run underneath the big trees in the fields while we were riding her, and we knew it was so she could scrape us off. We ducked and did pretty good though. I think I remember tying a bucket of hay to her halter too so that she would hopefully be more willing to GO. One time I remember her taking off with all three of us on her and we all fell off, except someone's foot got caught in our baling twine reigns and got dragged a little ways. One time that makes me laugh is when we thought we should tie (again with baling twine and some awesome knots) the little red wagon to her so she could pull us around. We had our neighbor friends over to play with us too. So we loaded up the wagon and someone rode her, and I of course, because I was a bit bigger than the others, pulled her along. We headed out to the road and up and over our bike trails. Everything was fine, until as we crossed the road again and the wagon made it's loud noise rolling across the road, Eeyore took off again leaving everyone in the dust. The wagon tipped over and dumped everyone out and the friend fell off and I could hang on anymore. She just wanted to be left alone and dragged the wagon behind her all the way back to the corrall. Eeyore, of course, got way too old after a few years and had to go to the sale. Luckily some grandpa bought her for the grandkids and hopefully they got to enjoy playing with her too.