Trump
I first met her in the summer of 2013, and I must admit I was pretty nervous around her. She often blocked my path, sometimes even with my husband, whenever we walked the area. One morning, I arrived at the beach just as the tide was receding, and the rocks were extremely slippery. As I tried to navigate my way through, I slipped and fell, injuring my hand on the sharp barnacles. As I lay there bleeding, I was surprised to see Trump walking towards me, but she stopped at a distance of 20 feet and watched me with great interest. To my relief, she eventually wandered off to eat some grass, and I was able to make my way back to my husband for some much-needed first aid and comfort. This photo was taken in 2021.