I’m a city pig. By all means, I am no where close to being a country pig. I prefer the inside over the outside. I’ll tell you a secret, come closer and don’t tell anyone. A little bit closer because I don’t want to type it too loud…. I don’t care for the dirt in my hooves. I know. It’s a silly thing but it’s the truth. I’m a city pig true and simple.
Mommy opened up the door this weekend to the house and locked the storm door. The purr things were sunning themselves in the doorway. I walked over to see what all of the fuss was about. I touched the door with my snout. It was cold. That was enough for me. The purr things can have the chilly willy door. I’ll take my blankie anyday!
And no mom, don’t worry. I’m not missing a single thing from the great outdoors. I think the great indoors is my world and kingdom! LOL – hee hee