Whenever I go out into the pasture, the first ones that come to meet me are my Donks, closely followed by the Mules. The horses only come when they think they're missing something, like a treat... Donks and Mules like people, as long as they're not mistreated. The Donks and Mules, I mean, not the people. The friendliest of the herd are Tex, my miniature Donk, and Man (short for Braying Mantis) my 6 month old large standard jack. Man's dad was a Mammoth Jack, while his mom was a standard Jennet. I'm hoping he'll grow big enough to be a good Saddle Donk. His older brother, Jacque B. Nimble, is a fine young (3 1/2 yrs) gelding standing 13 hands. Jacque's dad was a standard Jack, so I'm hoping Man will grow to 14 + hands. I'm going to be training Jacque to drive as soon as the weather breaks. I'll be gelding Man and my young Mules this spring also. There's nothing in the world that can be as big of a pain or more worthless than an IN-TACT John Mule..... I hope everyone knows why............