I’m small and I’m curious. I’m always getting in places and watching. Watching your feet, watching where you are going, watching for opening doors and gates. I’m there. I’m watching. Mom caught me and took this picture. Now she has proof.
So watch out. You never know where I’m going to be .. Watching and taking notes. Snort.
As much as I can be a stinker, I can be cute as a baby too. I was super sweet to mom last night. She deserved it.
And I love it when mom snuggles me. I know I can drift off to sleep in her arms and she won’t drop me. That’s trust. I know I sleep like a crazy monkey at times too and her arms cramp up. But, there she goes… Holding my chunky little behiney. Love.
Well gotta go. It’s time for my piggy massage and snuggle time. Oink oink out.
Okay I admit it. I’ve been a little stinker today. I officially have driven mom up the wall, across the ceiling and down the other wall. Snort – I have to keep her on her toes. I know it was mean. I know she wasn’t feeling good. I just had to do it though. They say admission is the first step. Here it goes.
I stomped on her toes with my hooves on purpose. I know I’m not a light weight and I know it hurts. She was there, I was there and it happened.
I jumped on her while she was laying on the couch and wasn’t expecting me. Yeah, I might have scratched her a little on the face and yeah I probably added to the many bruises on her arms.
And I yeah I knocked over the dinner tray in the front room and I tried to eat her water bottle.
And yeah I picked on my sister the purr thing called Mouse? Shes cute and I have to show her I’m in charge.
And then I broke through the gate. Dad forgot to use the bungee cord on it – that’s another story snort snort. I might have eaten some of the cat food. My cheeks looked like hamster cheeks.
Then when mom was holding me a couple of times trying to calm me down, I did snap at her. I know. Poor mom. She’s going to have more bruises from this weekend then Doans has pills.
You ask why I was so out of control? Mom *always* feeds me my breakfast followed by my piggy massage. She didn’t feed me this morning, dad did. It’s not the same. Sorry dad. Love you man but mom babies my furry little butt.
Mom and dad are out eating now. I piggy promise to be better when they feed me my snack. I’ll tell her I’m sorry before she tucks me in. I’m not usually this mean. Really, I’m not.
If I look like this picture all innocent, you think she’ll forgive me?
My poor parents. They’ve lost their identity. When they go out now, it’s not, “Hey, how are y’all doing?” (Yeah I said y’all…I am a southern pig – snort).
It’s more like, “Hey, how’s Bacon doing?”. To heck with mom and dad. They have to know how this bouncing baby boy is being treated.
The only thing that worries me is that most of the places asking about me are
restaurants. I can’t really put my hoof on why but this kind of makes me nervous? I wonder why?
The best time of the day for me is when mom gets home at night. We watch television, she feeds me my bedtime snack and then we snuggle. Most of the time, we fall asleep on the couch together. I snuggle as close as I can so I can feel her heartbeat with mine and then I match my breathing to hers. The the next thing you know we are snoring together. Sometimes the purr things come over and join us. I still get top spot though. Tonight dad took our picture together. It’s one of my favorites.
Everyone have a good night. I’m calling it a night. Oink oink out.
P.S. this is a picture of mom laying on the couch this weekend. I jumped up with a purr thing. See I can share mom.
Oh and by the way, my favorite television show comes on tonight. Wipe Out is the best. I would love to try to run that obstacle course. I think I could do better than some contestants. In fact, I think I’m off to write a letter now to apply to be a contestant. Keep your hooves crossed for me.
Have you tried these yet? Oh thud – I give them two hooves up. They are delicious. I called mom today at work and begged her to bring me some. Oh la la they really hit the pot belly. She got me the big box so I have a piggy box for tomorrow. I’m a happy spoiled piggy.
I know – you’re probably saying to yourself, “Self, more pictures of that pig and his mother – geez.”. But, you gotta see how much I have her wrapped around my hooves. Snort
At night, it all about getting my love on with mom. When I’m not sleeping in her, she is usually holding me. Like this morning after breakfast, she laid back down before getting ready for work. (poor mom – she’s tired this morning). Well, I crawled up behind her and snuggled down in her shirt. She was warm and got me all snuggly sleepy too. 🙂
Yawn – well in going to finish up and take me a nap. Oink oink out.
Pictures are my mom holding me. Me warming up my snout in moms shirt and my what you looking at me picture.
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So this past weekend my mom bought me some new toys to add to my collection. I played with them so hard, that I fell asleep with them around me. I love it when mom goes to the pet store, she *always* brings something back for all of us. I think we all have tied right around our paws and hooves.
 ppssttt – don’t tell her okay.
I’ve enclosed some pictures of my new toys.Â
Do you see the pattern here? Snort – oink oink out!
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PlatyPig – Love his hands/feet.          Pull Toy Pig.               Tennis Pig.
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You know sometimes I just get plum tired out from running up and down the hallway and playing with the purr things. Sometimes I just have to stop and smell the air freshener. During those moments, I stop, drop and stretch. I call it my downward pig pose. It stretches all of my major muscles.Â
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It’s hard staying in shape and being this cute. It takes a lot of work and training.
Well gotta run – it’s time for my morning jog around the house.
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