Everyone sing with me now, “Ain’t no baby gate going to keep this piglet out”. Snicker. The massive gate has been infiltrated by spider pig. I’ve missed my calling in life. I should have been an escape artist. With enough pressure on the bottom latch with my powerful snout, I can bounce the gate open thus gaining my freedom into the land of food called the kitchen. I did this several times today when mom was at work. Finally, dad had to put me in my room.
When mom came home, I was swinging on the ceiling in my room. I was so keyed up and it showed. Mom fed me my dinner in my room while her and dad ate. Afterwards, she let me out and had what she called a prayer meeting with me. She was very disappointed in me. With that being said and already being in trouble, you know what I did don’t you? I went straight to the front room and got into the kitchen. I know. I know. It was a dumb move on my part. Mom doesn’t yell but she says that two lettered word that I cant stand to hear, “NO”. 😦
Well I heard and saw mom at the gate. She did some grunting, adjusting and maneuvering and then had an evil laugh. I walked over to the mighty gate and she didn’t top me. That should have been my first clue. The gate was secure and I couldn’t open it again. Snort.
I was still being pigheaded tonight and trying to get into everything. I know I was pushing it. Mom gave me three strikes and I did it to myself. I had to go to bed early because of me being bad. What can I say? I’m a kid. That’s how I learn. And I was tired. I went straight to bed when mom put me down. Well I gotta get back to sleep before mom catches me up. I don’t want to get grounded. Oink oink out!
Piglove 