This finally looks like a breakthrough!
The vet was supposed to inspect my plot of land today, to approve the arrangements for the donks, sign the papers at a cost of eighty Euros, and then the donks could be moved (with permission already obtained today from a Generalitat de Valencia agriculture office earlier today, which most people seem to think is unnecessary anyway, as these are microchipped and passport holding burras!)
At the last minute, the vet phoned to say he couldn’t come. My heart sank. “So the burras won’t arrive tomorrow?” I said.
“Yes, that’s no problem,” said the vet. “We’ll move them anyway.”
In other words, the paperwork had finally defeated everyone and the owner is delivering them tomorrow, leaving me to catch up withy the paperwork eventually… And we could have done this two months ago!
That is burroeaucracy for you! Let’s just hope Matilde and Rubí do indeed arrive tomorrow. If so, I’ll put up a photo as soon as possible, to celebrate their arrival in the little plot of land I have worked hard to prepare for them.