I get a lot of emails from people asking me if I get in trouble like they do. Looks innocently around – who me? Get in trouble? For real? Sure, we *all* have our moments. I’ve been known to shred a few things. For instance, toilet paper.
Mom and dad have to keep the bathroom door closed at all times. It is strickly off limits to me. I’m not sure what it is about that little roll of paper hanging off the wall. It just calls my name and I go spastic tearing it up. I have to admit the purr things are with me on this one as well.
And, then there’s rugs. I don’t like them. I’m sorry. They are just covering up the floor where I walk. Mom has a rug in the bathroom that has a small hole in the middle of it. She looks at it and laughs now but when it happened – man, did I get a prayer meeting on that one!
And let’s talk about the pig toy that dished me. I called it my platypig. I’m not sure why all of my toys are shaped like pigs – I don’t get it? But this thing when I was playing with it, it squeaked at me and scared me. I showed it who was boss though. I pulled it apart in my bedroom, stuffing went everywhere. I looked like a crime scene for the platypig.
And nice, cushy beds – I laugh at them. When I was small, I had some. They were nice to lay my cute little head on. But then I got older. I figured out that inside of those nice little beds was a snow town waiting to happen. One or two…maybe three…. have blown up in the past in my crate. Hey, don’t judge. What’s a pig to do when he’s bored? Mommy will tell you straight up. “A bored pig is a mischeivious pig waiting for trouble.” Go ahead, ask her. She knows from experience – snort.
So yeah, I can be a little destructive when I want. BUT, I have nothing on these pictures. Enjoy!