Piggy Mohawk

Mom told me this morning that I had bed head and it looked like I had a little piggy Mohawk going on.  I don’t see it – do you?

Can you tell from this picture how long my hair has gotten though?  Mom has never cut it.  She brushes it out for me which feels awesome!  I’m told that it is long in pig standards.  Mom’s hair is long so I just favor my mommy. 

My hair doesn’t seem as coarse and brittle as it used to since it has grown out.  It’s kind of soft, especially after my baths when mom washes my hair.  That is so relaxing! 

 

Bobbing for Apples

Usually I get some kind of fruit for my bedtime snack.  It may be an apple, a banana, a pear, or an orange.  Something to tide me over until breakfast.  Cause, you know every since mom adopted me, I sleep through the entire night when I’m in my crate all settled down for the night.  I’m good like that 🙂

Well, last night mom gave me a 1/2 of an apple.  It was a large apple – I was in hog heaven.  I dropped it in my water.  Mom thought that was the funniest thing in the world so she took my picture.  She mentioned something like bobbing for apples.  I didn’t get it but she laughed hysterically so that was fine with me – it made my mommy happy. 

You can see the apple and little chunks in my water.  Don’t worry, none of it went to waste.  I dug out every little tiny morsel and now it’s in my belly! 

 

Freedom at Night – Not So Much

The other night, mom and dad were going to let me stay out in my room and not crate me over night.  Well, it didn’t work out so much.  Can you believe that we all learned that I can’t take freedom very well?  I was shocked and surprised too! 

They put me down for the night as usual.  They both walked me to my bedroom and mom tucked me in my crate.  Mom and dad told me a story and then the lights were turned off.  They didn’t shut my crate door but they shut my bedroom door.  I stayed in the crate for a few minutes because you know I was all tucked in and sleepy from my story.  Then, I stuck my snout out the front of the crate.  I didn’t feel the door.  Then I stuck my front paw out the front of the crate.  I still didn’t feel the door.  Then I slowly stepped out of the crate.  Miracles of all miracles – I had the entire room to myself. 

I walked around my room, played with my toys, rolled around in my blankets, got in my bed and just couldn’t sleep.  I had all of this freedom and it was still early in the night.  Mom could hear my hooves tapping on the tiled floor.  She came to the door and told me that it was bed time and I needed to be a big boy and go to sleep.  I quieted down… at least for a while 🙂 

A little bit later, I started playing ball in my room.  I have this tennis ball that is like three times the normal size of a tennis ball.  I was pushing it around with my snout and chasing it.  I thought it was fun.  I wanted to watch some television but I couldn’t find my remote control.  Mom told me to settle down again. 

I stretched out on one of my furry blankets on the floor and rolled on my side looking out one of my windows.  This huge white round thing was in the sky.  So, that’s what makes the light in my room at night.  WOW – pretty light.  Mom told me a story one night about the moon being cheese.  It didn’t look like cheese this night.  I got up and started playing with my platypus pig.  You can stretch it.  I started throwing it up in the air and letting it hit the floor.  I liked how it sounded ‘thud’ ‘thud’ on the tiled floor.  I started grunting and talking to myself.  I might have snorted a couple of times playing around and laughing.  

I heard mom and dad talking and the next thing I knew my bedroom door opened.  I took off between their legs to the kitchen like lightening.  Hey, it doesn’t matter if its 2AM, my tummy knows no boundaries when it comes to food.    Mom chases me down the hall.  I thought she wanted to play in the middle of the night too.  I just wagged my tail and dodged.  She finally started laughing. 

After a light treat, mom told me it was time to go to bed and go to sleep, no more playing.  I trotted on down the hall like a good ole boy and jumped in my crate.  I begged for another story so mom sat on the floor near my crate and petted me talking to me softly.  I finally drifted off asleep.  I don’t remember her shutting my crate door but she did.  So tonight was not the night of Freedom Pig so much but mom said we will try again.  I mean I’m still a kid at heart, a baby in mom’s eyes.