calmloki
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I was maybe 11-12 and sister 8-9 when we went out to the living room and met Sam and Waldo Christmas morning. Sam was older and had seen it all; Waldo younger and viewing the world with hope and enthusiasm. My dog Blackie was not at all sure that either of them was necessary, because - look! - she could eat carrots just as well as them. She was right; mostly Sam and Waldo focused on eating Canada thistle buds and whatever else was in the pasture and avoiding/ignoring anyone who tried to sit on their backs. Still, donkeys by the Christmas tree - pretty darn memorable.