A lot of people think that pigs can’t be cute or precious. I, on the other hand, think the complete opposite. Personally, I think we can be extraordinarily cute. You’re probably shaking your head and thinking to yourself, “Yeah, right.” Well here’s a challenge for you – give me just a few minutes to see if I can change your point of view. 🙂
Look at this picture of me when I was probably around 5 weeks old. Mom was being funny and wanted a picture of Bacon and Eggs. Silly woman – me being bacon in the purest form and eggs. I admit it. This picture *almost* became our Christmas card my first year at the Hotel Thompson. It was fun posing with these eggs. The best part was afterwards, mom fried them up for me for lunch. MMMM – that was delicious! Did it make you smile a bit? No? Okay, let’s try again.
I’m a pig. I’m very smart and very curious about everything. I watch what you do, where you get things and catch on quickly. In fact, mom thought it was funny that I learned very quickly where the food was kept in the kitchen. Immediately, I will go to that big box that keeps all of the wonderful delights in the house. If only a had thumbs and not hooves. I would be in that box so quickly! She thought my antics were funny therefore she got me my first t-shirt that stated, “I didn’t do it.” Did this one give you a tiny little smile? No? Okay, you’re playing hard ball. Let’s try again.
How about the old saying, “What happens at nana’s house, stays at nana’s house”. Nana babysat me for a week and made me a playpigpen. Even at a young age, I learned how to escape it – snort. I would pick the bottom up with my powerful snout and there you go – call me PiggyHoudini! I had fun that week with nana. She liked to feed me… something about fattening up the hog. I wasn’t sure what that meant. When mom and dad came back from vacation, they said I was so fat that I couldn’t squeak! Any smile? Any snort? No? Okay – let’s go old school with mom and dad pictures.
Mom and dad adopted me when I was a mere 3 weeks old. Before them, there was my birth mom and dad here in these pictures. The black/white piggy to the left is my father Champ and the pink piggy to my right is my mother Bertha. See, that’s where I get all of my cuteness all rolled up into me – 100% loveable Bacon. That has to make you smile a bit… a tiny bit? No? WOW – you are hard.
How about seeing this picture of me at three weeks when I weighed only one pound. The Pepsi can was as big as me. I was snuggable, just like now. I was cute, just like now. I was nothing but hooves and snout – so loveable, just like now. Do you have a small smile, a tear in your eye? Okay.
This is it, my last possible picture to get you with a little grin. This is me taken from my web cam on my laptop when I write my blog. Yep, I write it so you get it straight from the pigs lips. I told you I was special and smart.
So you have to tell me, did I get you to smile – even a little bit – with my thoughts and pictures? Did I change your mind that us pigs are loveable, snuggable little things?