Burros, Akitas, and Beers...Oh My!

So Lauren's trip may be over. We reached Oatman, Arizona this afternoon, aka donkeytown. When we arrived Lauren was doing nothing but squealing. You've all heard the noise I'm talking about, but probably not to the level it reached today.

I took a video of her approach and will upload it on Facebook. She at one point said, "This is the best day of my life." I reminded her that she said this also at our wedding. Insert me being like an ass joke here.

Below is Duke. He was described as a "lover" because he had impregnated most of the females in town. Lauren is meeting him below.

We walked the town feeding the donkeys and avoiding the urination and defication. Cute! We purchased donkey food and fed many an ass. Apparently Fritzy would be very happy here. They have a steady diet if alpha hay cubes, carrots (which make them very aggressive), and salt licks. 

There was even a 5 day old donk that literally made Lauren cry as she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

We fed the donkeys and watched a "gunshow". It was entertaining. By entertaining I mean, awkward. The town was the most stereotypically southwestern we have been to with many a cigarette lit and many a tooth missing. Somehow I think this town is voting for Cliven Bundy in 2016.

As the smell of donkey sprinkles, the name I can only assume Lauren has given to the animal's droppings, became too much, we headed off further east to Flagstaff. On our way out we saw even wilder donkeys on the cliffs.

We arrived and were greeted by an Akita which made us both smile. We checked into our hotel and started a self guided walking brewery tour. Woozle!