She wasn’t hired to be a boss. She wasn’t even hired. She was bought.
It all started because I decided that our miniature donkey from Jerusalem needed a friend. There she was, a tiny thing, standing between two big horses that kept pushing her around — and she took it.
Poor Sweet Tea. She’s a doll and so adorable with her black-rimmed eyes and her lumbering walk.
Two things to know about this tiny br…