The unthinkable is going to happen tonight. This will be the test of all tests to see if I’m growing up. Mom is going to let me stay out in my room all by myself without being put up in my crate. I know I can do this. I’m really good about sleeping all night.
Wish me luck. I know all my other pig friends will be jealous. I’ll keep you posted tomorrow of what happens.
Tags: comedy, freedom, growing up, Love, pet, pig, pot bellied pig
Daddy is the best. Yesterday morning, he was craving what he kept referring to as pancakes. I didn’t know what pancakes were. Mom was feeling the best this weekend but she ventured into the kitchen to make magic. You know I followed. I wanted to see what this pancake thing was. She was humming and beating things together in a pan. I’m not sure if the humming was on the recipe but it amused me. Once she got together what she called ‘batter’, she started putting it in a pan. Oh thud – the smell that was in the kitchen was out of this world. I kept bugging her for some to taste. I would go up behind her and nudge the bottom of her foot with my snout. She kept laughing and said I had to wait. Wait? You’re telling a pig to wait? That’s like telling Mother Nature not to change the seasons – it’s going to happen.
I saw dad’s plate that she was fixing. Oh my – there was these clouds of wonder stacking to the sky. I kept sniffing the air. I wanted some so bad. Mom fixed her plate and then she fixed mine. See how creative she got with a little smiley face for me on my Sesame Street plate. I thought I was going to explode if she didn’t give it to me soon!
She finally put it on my feed blanket. Stars almighty! I went for the so called ‘pancake’ first. It was fluffy. It was buttery. It was light. And, it was delicious! I managed to get a couple of more from mom and dad before they started eating. It was something I definitely want to try again in the near future. Even dad loved it. He called mom a Domestic Kitchen Goddess. He suggested that we have pancakes for Sunday brunch every week. I seconded that idea!
Tags: adventure, baby, bacon, comedy, cute, daddy, entertainment, Food, freedom, Friends, fun, funny, growing up, happy, humor, kid, Love, Mom, mommy, pancakes, pet, pets, pig, play, playful, priceless, spoiled, Sunday brunch
Saturday is usually a good day for me. Saturday is the day that if mom is going to go to the market, it happens this day. She went this weekend. She *always* brings me back something good to eat. This week was no different.
Her and dad bring all of these grocery bags into the kitchen. I get to watch as they put everything up. After everything is put away, mom usually takes my things and cuts everything up. This is where me, the sous chef, comes in to play 🙂 She will give me tasty little morsels to try. And trust me, they are so good!
After she cuts everything up (usually carrots, celery, watermelon or some other fruit and my salad mix), she will fix me a bowl as a snack. Today’s menu consisted of grapes, Goldfish and watermelon rind. I’ve tried watermelon before but someone told mom that pigs like the rind as well. Whoever you are you sweet dear person for telling mom this, I love you. It is delicious! Good thing mom’s dad doesn’t have a garden anymore. I would be in hog heaven!
Mom and dad let me eat on my food carpet in the front room. So in this picture don’t fear the “dirty carpet”, it’s my feed placemat. They pick it up and wash it every week. As you can see, I am chomping down on that watermelon rind. Mom took this picture of me in mid chomp. I usually will eat what I like the most first. Of course, it was the rind. I couldn’t get enough of it. You bite into it and the watermelon juice actually squirts inside of your mouth. That’s my favorite part.
I guess you can say I’m a little spoiled. Not a lot – just a little. What do you think?
Tags: adventure, angel, baby, bacon, comedy, cute, daddy, entertainment, Food, Friends, fun, funny, goldfish, grapes, growing up, happy, humor, kid, Love, mommy, pet, pets, pig, play, playful, priceless, spoiled, watermelon
I don’t go outside by choice but I can tell that the weather is preparing to change. Just like my internal clock tells me when it’s time to eat, I know it’s time for the season to change.
This past weekend I did something that I haven’t done since last year at this time. It kind of shocked me as well as my parents. You ask what did I do? I snuggled with dad. Mom is always my snuggle mate but when the weather changes I’ll take whoever is available. He was there. He was it.
See when the weather changes and the cool air starts moving in, I start my little ‘hibernation’ mode. Yeah, I’m like a little bear until spring gets here again. I eat. I sleep. I do my business. I snuggle. Repeat. I don’t do much running around during this period. I well, for a better explanation, fatten up a bit. I become a big ole snuggle pig. When I smell the spring flowers start to bloom, I come alive again and start running around the house.
I like to call myself my parents calendar. They can tell what’s fixing to happen with the way I act. I still can’t read the humans but I’m trying 🙂
Tags: Fall, hibernate, Love, pet, pig, seasons, weather