On one of our last walks in Portugal we got a little lost. Not very lost, but a little. We ended up on a street we had never seen, surrounded by animals. Ok, really we were surrounded by houses, but every house seemed to have an animal or five in the yard. Chickens, geese, sheep and of course cats and dogs. There was a very friendly dog running down the middle of the lane, instigating a deafening chorus of barks from every direction. It was in the midst of this flurry of activity that we noticed the donkey. Standing in the driveway, in between the gate and the car parked in the garage. He was wearing knee socks. He didn't seem to notice the racket. He was too busy being a wise old suburban donkey.