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A post about my donkey’s intelligence in relation to food

Required background knowledge:

1. Pirlouit likes when I sing to him. He has a specific way of poking my shoulder with his nose that means “Sing, human” and if I stop singing too soon for his liking he will poke and poke until I resume singing.
2. He is v good at logic when food is at stake. When my little cousins were here for Christmas they enjoyed giving the animals treats, but following their mum’s household rule of “we don’t start to eat until everyone’s sitting at the table” they wouldn’t give any treats unless all of the animals were there. Pirlouit immediately inferred “IF llamas THEN treats” and instead of trotting to us when he saw the kids and their treats, he would go in the other direction to fetch the llamas and herd them towards us, like come on guys the food distribution doesn’t start until you’re here for some reason
   

Which brings us to:

• I’ve got some leftover hay from last year, which is slightly less nutritious than this year’s fresh hay. I would like Pirlouit to be the one who eats the older hay, as he is and remains a little too plump

• I tried giving fresh hay to the llamas in one spot and old hay to the donkey in another, but it took him ten seconds to suspect that their hay was nicer than his. He proceeded to ignore his spot and go squat theirs, but he eats faster than a llama and ended up eating more fresh hay than they did (so the llamas would then go eat some old hay)
  

• New strategy: I put both fresh and old hay in the same spot (less effort). The llamas ignore the old hay and eat the fresh hay. A few metres away I distract Pirlouit by scratching his nose and singing a song to him in order to give the llamas a head start and let them eat most of the fresh hay. When the song is finished, Pirlouit can go eat; he gets some fresh hay but most of what’s left is the old hay the llamas didn’t eat.

• After a few days I realised that while Pirlouit patiently waits as I sing, he starts fidgeting when the song is about to end, knowing fully well what comes next. The second I stop singing, he turns around and dashes towards the hay.
  

• I tried to stop mid-song, to see if his logic was “When she stops singing, I can eat.” Nope. He knows this song and his understanding is “When the song is finished, I can eat.” Instead of hurrying towards the hay when I stopped in the middle of the song, he started insistently poking my shoulder in various places like I was a malfunctioning radio he couldn’t find the right button for, and his behaviour clearly spelled out Come on, finish the damn song already so I can go have lunch
  

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I love how you guys are discovering spicy Hungarian paprika, and yes it is super good! But as a Hungarian I feel like it's my duty to mention that paprika hendl is simply german for our national dish paprikás csirke and it is Not made with spicy paprika. It's got sweet paprika. Jonathan Harker is unfortunately just british.

I'm not even doing Dracula daily but this is honestly the funniest post I've read about it.