Other burros don't know how to act.
Actually, I got nuthin. But here is a lovely donkey who has a MySpace page. He is an avid supporter of the ethical treatment and rescue of donkeys. And who can't get behind that?

Barold the MySpace donkey.

I happened on this page containing 38 pictures of people with dogs.
You deserve a few minutes of feel-good. Check it out.
We must interrupt Donkey Wednesday to report:
Bear Problem On The Moon Base.
Well, while I was away from Vox, it appears that nothing has improved in the editor. I still can't get my pictures to move and if I use the arrow keys it magically pastes an image of my homepage in the text box. It's just like being home.
Hey, look! It's Jo-Jo The Melon Donkey! Do you know his story?
Jo-Jo was a donkey. He had all the normal self-image issues book donkeys have. He is owned by a fairly petty guy who sells melons in the poor part of Venice (I'm guessing 17th century). One day dude decided that he is going to go to sell his melons at Piazza San Marco where the rich people shop. Jo-Jo and his melon get-up was a pretty low-class looking affair. He looked especially ragged next to the huge Greek horse statues in front of the Basillica. People, who are basically shitty, thought it would be cool to mock him.
But the mocking stopped when the Doge's daughter came out to play, bought a melon, and petted J-J. Then they could not buy his melons fast enough.
From then on Jo-Jo carried his melons to the Piazza everyday. And the Doge's daughter visited him every day. Life was relatively good (for a beast of burden).
Some other stuff happens.
I don't want to ruin the story for you but I will tell you this much:
The donkey doesn't die in the end.
=D
Sorry about the layout. I have clearly lost my Vox mojo.