Fueling Up After a Big Night: Henry Boggs’ Early Breakfast Routine
If there’s one thing you can count on in this world, it’s Henry Boggs waking up hungry. After a long night of braying, pacing, and plotting his next adventure, my mischievous donkey has only one mission when the sun peeks over the horizon: breakfast. And not just any breakfast—a feast fit for a four-legged king.
The routine starts earlier than you might think. While the rest of us are still trying to shake off the night before, Henry is already wide awake, ears perked, pacing along the fence like a VIP waiting for the velvet rope to drop. You’d think he hadn’t eaten in a week by the way he carries on. He doesn’t just bray; he performs a full-scale concert, one that could wake the neighbors three pastures over. Forget roosters—Henry is our alarm clock.
As soon as I step outside, Henry begins what I like to call his “welcoming committee routine.” It involves dramatic head tosses, impatient stomping, and the occasional attempt to wedge his nose into the feed bucket before I’ve even reached the barn. You’d swear this donkey was auditioning for a breakfast commercial.
