Daily Archives: 03/04/2013

Sorry Dad


I was a bad piggy. I mean a really naughty piggy. Do you understand when I say a Deviled ham, lost my mind, had an out of body experience, went stupid for a moment kind of bad oinker?

Last night every thing was going just fine. Mom fed me my evening snack of an apple and I was eating it. Well, dad started scratching my hind quarters. I didn’t like it. Not the apple, the scratching. I turned around and went all ninja pig on poor unexpecting daddy.

It wasn’t just a bark or a snort. It was full ninja pig running up the side of the couch, biting dad shirt and pulling on it. I’m not really sure who was more surprised. Me, dad or mom.


We all kind of freaked out for a minute. Then mom jumped into action telling me no and to go to my room. I knew I was in trouble with the tone in moms voice. I felt like Kevin in the movie Home Alone when he gets sent to the third floor to sleep for time out. Mom was ticked.

I served time for my crime and then mom came to my room and we had a little prayer meeting. I went and apologized to daddy and made up with him. Afterwards, I got on the couch with mom for a few minutes for snuggles. Just enough snuggles to know that mommy loves me and was not mad at me.

Don’t think I got off that easily though. I had to go to bed early without a bed time story and without a carrot on my pillow. That bites.


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I Want a Pet Too


Everyone in the family has a pet of their own.  The purr thing Hemi has the purr thing Mouse.  The purr thing Mouse has daddy.  Mom has me.  I’m the low one on the totem poll and I don’t have a pet – pouts.  I want a pet – whine! 

I started thinking, I don’t have thumbs so I can’t necessarily ‘take care’ of a pet.  I don’t have money to support a pet and I can’t get a job – the horrors of that!  And, I don’t have a lot of time to give to a pet because well we all know that I have to get my love on with mommy.  So, it has to be something that kind of takes care of itself.

20130218-210157.jpgI found some possibilities.  

There always a chia pet pig.  You water it and I think I can do that if you know what I mean – PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).  It would be kind of awesome and neat to have in my room.  I could call it Bacon Jr. or Mini Me 🙂  Mom would only have to help me get it started.  Just think of the possiblities.  If this worked out, I could have a room full of chia pets looking like different things.  It would be a hoot!  Definitely a possibility.



And here’s a blast from the past (well, that’s what mom said).  Sea Monkeys!  Again, mom would have to help me get started but then it’s on.  I could watch these little Sea Monkey’s grow in their little container.  The package says its hours and hours of entertainment.  Mom says that is just a marketing gimmick and don’t believe it.  Once you’ve seen one Sea Monkey, you’ve seen them all.  Dad said I would have to borrow his magnifying glass to see them.

Okay, so maybe a pass on the Sea Monkeys.  I kind of want something I can interact with.  Something I can move.  It seems that Sea Monkey’s don’t like to live out of water.  I could ‘water’ them but I think mom would go for that idea.  So, on to something else.





Then I found the Furby.  Dad said that mom actually had one several years ago.  It talks and interacts with you.  That’s kind of cool.  It picks up phrases – I wonder if I can make it learn to snort?  Down side though, the packaging states it has a mind of its own.  Uh oh – we may have a problem Houston.  I need to think for the both of us.  I don’t want something talking back to me, the master of the house.  And, dad says you have to use your fingers to ‘feed’ it.  I’m out there.  I have hooves, no fingers to feed it.

Shucks – on to something else that might be a possiblity.



Then, as I was surfing, I found it!  The perfect pet for me.  Something that doesn’t require a lot of maintenance.  Something does’t care if I’m a pig with hooves.  Something that doesn’t talk back to me.  Something that will listen to me and hopefully mind.  Something that doesn’t eat.  Something I can touch and not worry about hurting.  Something I can take to bed with me like my security blanket.  Heck for that matter, mom can fix it a little bed next to me. 


See, I told you – the perfect pet for me.  It’s even my color!  I can still call it Mini Me.  It’s even pig headed like I am.  I think it would be awesome as a pet.

AND, mom and dad approve.  As soon as they can, they promise me they will get me my very own pet rock.  I *so* can’t wait.  I will definitely keep you updated on my adventure with my new love.



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