Momma tells me that I’m like a regular kid. I have good days and bad days – other words I can be a good pig or a bad pig. With this weather trying to decide what it wants to do, I have been a little ill pig lately. Being in the south, mom says it gets like this. It needs to stay cool for a while so I can hibernate. But no, it bounces back and forth. Some days I think it’s time to settle in and then it turns out hot and I don’t know what to do. Pick a season please…. you’re confusing this little piggy.
The past couple of nights, I can’t settle. Usually after mom and dad eat, mom lets me back out of my room while she does the dishes. After the dishes, I then snuggle down with mom on the couch. The past couple of nights, I can’t make up my mind if I want to go to bed or snuggle. And then of course, this gets me in trouble because I tend to hang out in the hallway when I’m undecided. And yes, I may cause a little trouble in the hallway. There’s this one place in the carpet that draws my attention. I like to pull it up. I *know* this drives mom crazy but somedays I just don’t care. Sounds like a regular kid huh? Mom says she’s going to replace the carpet one day and I’m just trying to help her out. She just doesn’t want me messing with it because she thinks I’ll get hurt. I’m a big boy now. I won’t get hurt.
Last night, I was in the hallway all undecided again. I know messing with the carpet is wrong. As soon as mom hears me she will tell me to leave it alone. I know I’m still good because she’s sitting down. It’s when I hear her get up from the couch that I know I’m in trouble. I then step away from the carpet and look at her all innocent and sweet like, “Who me?” Nah, she doesn’t fall for that innocent and sweet look anymore either.
Last night I stepped in the threshold of my bedroom. She walked down the hall and was fussing at me as she fixed the carpet. She told me I had two choices. (1) settle down in the front room or (2) go to bed. I didn’t like either choice so I barked at her. That was probably where my mistake started. That’s like talking back to your mother in human. It just kind of popped out and she didn’t like that. She told me to check myself and reached down to pet my head. That’s where I made my second mistake. I grunted at her and jumped at her. I’m not sure who was more surprised, mom or me.
Mom looked at me. I looked at mom. She a step towards me. I jumped towards her again and grunted. At this point, she knew I was playing and I knew she was playing. We kept bouncing back and forth grunting at each other. Thank goodness I came to my piggy senses and played with her. So you see, I have good pig/bad pig days and I lose my mind just like a regular kid. This situation could have went real bad real fast but I know who feeds and takes care of my little butt.