Henry Boggs: A Night of Cuteness Overload!
Evenings on the farm are supposed to be quiet, simple, and maybe even a little predictable. The sun sets, the animals tuck themselves in, and I get a moment to breathe after a day of chaos. At least, that’s the theory. But when you live with Henry Boggs—the donkey with more personality than a sitcom cast—you can bet your boots that bedtime will be anything but ordinary.
Last night was one for the books. I stepped out to do the nightly rounds, flashlight in hand, ready to check the gates, toss a little extra hay, and make sure the chickens weren’t plotting another late-night escape attempt. Everything seemed peaceful at first. The goats were already snuggled down, the barn cats were stretched out like royalty on the hay bales, and even the ducks were tucked in tight. But then came the unmistakable sound: Henry’s signature bray, echoing across the pasture like he was announcing the opening act of a concert.
“Henry, it’s bedtime, not Broadway,” I muttered. But of course, Henry had other plans.
When I reached his pen, there he was, waiting like a furry little greeter with his ears pinned back in mock irritation. The look on his face said it all: “Excuse me, human, but where’s my nighttime snack? Don’t you know this is part of the contract?” I swear, if Henry could talk, he’d have a long list of demands worthy of a pop star on tour. Hay, check. Carrots, double check. Extra scratches behind the ears, absolutely non-negotiable.
I gave him his snack, but apparently, that wasn’t enough. Henry decided it was playtime. He nudged me with his nose, stomped his hoof dramatically, and then did his famous little head toss—his way of saying, “Pay attention, I’m adorable!” Before I knew it, he was leaning against me like a giant lapdog, braying softly, as if whispering secrets only he and I could understand.
Meanwhile, the rest of the barnyard seemed to be in on the joke. The goats peeked over their stall doors, clearly amused at Henry’s antics. One of the chickens even flapped her wings as if applauding his performance. It was like a late-night comedy show, starring Henry Boggs, with a full audience of farm animals.
By the time I finally got him settled with fresh hay, my phone was full of videos. And let me tell you, every single clip was pure gold. Henry with his sassy side-eye. Henry refusing to go to bed. Henry acting like I was the worst farm manager ever for daring to arrive at bedtime without carrots in both hands. If cuteness could be bottled, last night would’ve been a five-gallon jug of it.
As I turned off the barn lights and headed back inside, I couldn’t stop laughing. Yes, Henry makes bedtime an adventure. Yes, he’s dramatic, demanding, and occasionally way too sassy for his own good. But he’s also the heart of the farm—the one who reminds me that even after the hardest days, joy can sneak in at the most unexpected times.
And that’s Henry Boggs for you: a nightly dose of cuteness overload, wrapped up in brays, sass, and a whole lot of love.
