My work at the farm animal sanctuary is completely self-serving. I’m there for those sweet animals and there is no bigger thrill than when one of them initiates contact with me. At first, they didn’t exactly ignore me, but regarded me with indifference. Slowly that’s been changing – probably because of the apples I bring.  I adore them all, but Thistle, the mini mule, having already claimed my heart, cemented my affection for him when he extended his friendship.