OPEN POST: Bob The Baby Donkey Needs A Hug!

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We've all been there. You've had a long and stressful day, or maybe you're feeling down in the dumpity-do. That's how Bob The Baby Donkey has been feeling lately. Luckily, Peckerwood Manor is a place of kindness (on occasion), which is how Bob found himself cradled in the arms of Enzo, the Manor's esteemed Hug-Meister™. As you know, Enzo's always ready to give warm and restorative hugs to those in need. 

Do you need a hug from Enzo The Hug-Meister™? Please see Mr. Tristan Spratt, your major domo, for scheduling. 

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