I know Fridays. I live for them every week. Fridays mean that mommy will be home for the next couple of days. Fridays mean I get to stay up late and watch television with mom and dad. Fridays sometimes even mean popcorn while watching b-rated movies on the Sy-Fy channel.
But, I’ve never heard of this Black Friday. It has to be bad. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, when mommy told daddy he would have to “survive” this day, daddy stopped laughing. Heck, for a minute I thought he was going to cry. He kept saying, “But, but, but”. Mommy didn’t listen to him. Second of all, you know something is bad when mommy laughs like the wicked witch from the east. Ooh shivers just hearing that in my head.
So this Black Friday thing, what can it be? Is it dark as black outside all day and it’s a Friday this Black Friday? Is it a plague or disease? Did someone not pay the light bill? Is it the end of days? Should I start stock piling my piggy chow in my bedroom? I’ll admit that this little piggy was scared.
I did what I do best. I squealed, ran to my bedroom and slammed my door. I then immediately started doing some research on my laptop.
ODP (oh dear piggies). It’s worse than what I thought! Did you know that the day after Thanksgiving in the USA, they call it Black Friday? Here’s the scary part. People get up voluntarily at 0400 hours to camp outside of stores to go shopping!. Thud – piggy down! 0400 hours is like way before even Old McDonald gets up at the farm. It’s before the birds start chirping. It’s before they even make the doughnuts at the Krispy Kreme. Heck, it’s before *I* even stir in my toddler bed. That’s early!
Mommy is going to make daddy go shopping with her on Black Friday at 0400 hours. Two words mom. How uncivilized. I can’t believe mom is going to get up before the break of dawn. But friends, don’t feel too sorry for daddy. I saw him the garage laughing and getting “ready” for Black Friday. He was pulling out his old pads from his football days. I think I even saw him with a hockey stick and a helmet. Oohh mommy – who is punishing who now? Snorts.
Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY. This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better. Some of them, you may already know. We hope that you enjoy this series!
♥ FRIENDS – make sure you leave some messages. Hitchens and Sagan will be checking in throughout the day and answering comments. ♥
Name: Hitchens and Sagan Hamilton Pig White
Age: 3 years young and 6 months
Location: Austin, Texas
Web/Blog Page: I don’t have a blog anymore, I got way too busy eating grass. But I will post to Instagram in between grass breaks! Stop on by!! @hitchensandsaganpigs
What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? I was pretty scared at first but I quickly warmed up after I realized all mom and dad wanted to do was cuddle and I LOVE cuddling!
I was nervous at first but I quickly warmed up to them after Mom gave me a belly rub and dad gave me treats. Now all I want to do is cuddle and chase them around. I love them so much!
♥ Hitchens grey/black ♥ ♥Sagan black/white ♥
What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home? When I was allowed to cuddle on the couch like the meowing and barking creatures. Mom even gave me my own blanket to cuddle with on the couch and she gave me my own castle!!!
When I arrived home for the first time and I saw the giant yard! I used to live in an apartment with the first family I was with. I couldn’t run around, but now I do and I LOVE IT! I love to chase and be chased by my brother Dexter. I’m trying to be friends with the cats but they aren’t fans of me just yet.
What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home? I can only mention ONE?? The earliest one I can think of was when I was about 3 months old. I REALLY wanted to cuddle on the couch with mom but she refused. I even politely (mom says I was screaming) asked my grandma if I could cuddle with her, she said no too. I got pretty upset so I decided to take a stack of papers that was on the coffee table shelf and carry it across the room. Mom was upset and chased me away at first but then after a while she laughed and let me cuddle.
What are you talking about? I’m a perfect angel!! I never EVER pee on the floor, or scream at the top of my piggy lungs in order to get attention.
Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why? I have both of them wrapped around my hoof. Dad gives me treats throughout the day and mom gives me belly rubs as I’m drifting off to sleep. There are some times when mom and I will have a fight but at the end of the day she always returns to rub my belly. My plan is working perfectly. PLOL!
Psh, everyone caters to my every need…I’m the baby!
What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you? That pigs are messy. Yes we roll in mud, but it’s to keep cool as we eat grass. Yes we like to rip up paper, but that’s to line our beds and to show the paper who’s boss. Another one is that pigs smell…well I don’t know who doesn’t smell after a burp or fart, and for the record my burps and farts smell like roses. And as a mini/teacup pig, people think I’ll always fit into a teacup or purse….I am proud to say I have a healthy 50 pound figure. You can try to put me your purse (please do, so i don’t have to walk) but it will probably break..your back!
Just like my brother said that we will always remain small and that we don’t get attached too our families. I was abandoned before my new mom and dad brought me home. I was extremely attached to my first family and when they left me I was extremely depressed because I missed them. Now I’m so much happier with my new family with lots of brothers to play with.
Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!
Mom has a wicked sense of humor. As she says, “Why be normal? There’s a lot of normal. Be different”. I guess that’s where I get my sense of humor. I aim to be different. Different is good in many ways.
Other peeps play normal games. We play different here at the Hotel Thompson. I’m sure you have heard of the childhood game Operation. You know the guy that you try to use tweezers to get things out of him without touching the edges. Because if you touch the edges, the guys nose turns red and things buzz. You remember the game now?
We have our own Operation game here. Let me introduce you – happy playing. Of course, I stink at playing these games. Believe it or not, my hooves get in the way. Shocker, huh?
Remember it’s just a game. Life shouldn’t be so serious. Oh I said Life. That’s another great game we like here – snorts.
Houston, we may have a problem. Do you remember reading the other day about daddy prepping the turkey for mommy? Well she came home from the worky place and saw it that night. She did laugh at his shall we say creativity. But, she told him that in return he would have to survive Black Friday.
I know Fridays. I live for them every week. Fridays mean that mommy will be home for the next couple of days. Fridays mean I get to stay up late and watch television with mom and dad. Fridays sometimes even mean popcorn while watching b-rated movies on the Sy-Fy channel.
But, I’ve never heard of this Black Friday. It has to be bad. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, when mommy told daddy he would have to “survive” this day, daddy stopped laughing. Heck, for a minute I thought he was going to cry. He kept saying, “But, but, but”. Mommy didn’t listen to him. Second of all, you know something is bad when mommy laughs like the wicked witch from the east. Ooh shivers just hearing that in my head.
So this Black Friday thing, what can it be? Is it dark as black outside all day and it’s a Friday this Black Friday? Is it a plague or disease? Did someone not pay the light bill? Is it the end of days? Should I start stock piling my piggy chow in my bedroom? I’ll admit that this little piggy was scared.
I did what I do best. I squealed, ran to my bedroom and slammed my door. I then immediately started doing some research on my laptop.
ODP (oh dear piggies). It’s worse than what I thought! Did you know that the day after Thanksgiving in the USA, they call it Black Friday? Here’s the scary part. People get up voluntarily at 0400 hours to camp outside of stores to go shopping!. Thud – piggy down! 0400 hours is like way before even Old McDonald gets up at the farm. It’s before the birds start chirping. It’s before they even make the doughnuts at the Krispy Kreme. Heck, it’s before *I* even stir in my toddler bed. That’s early!
Mommy is going to make daddy go shopping with her on Black Friday at 0400 hours. Two words mom. How uncivilized. I can’t believe mom is going to get up before the break of dawn. But friends, don’t feel too sorry for daddy. I saw him the garage laughing and getting “ready” for Black Friday. He was pulling out his old pads from his football days. I think I even saw him with a hockey stick and a helmet. Oohh mommy – who is punishing who now? Snorts.
This is my buddy Coccolino (Cocco for short). He has a mommy named Katie. You can find their page at http://myminipetpig.com/
Cocco is a micro mini pig. He’s a little different than me. I’m a miniature pot bellied pig. Micros stay smaller than most of us oinkers. I on the other hand have a pot belly to maintain and that’s kind of hard work – if you know what I mean – snort – LOL.
Just imagine if I lived closer to Cocco or vice versa. It would be a hoot We could have sleep over parties, hang out in my room with my television and watch Netflix all night! Oh, and drive mom and dad up one wall and down the other with having two pigs in the house! That would be hilarious!!
If you get a chance, go on over to http://myminipetpig.com/ and show them some love! Tell them Bacon sent you.
The unthinkable is going to happen tonight. This will be the test of all tests to see if I’m growing up. Mom is going to let me stay out in my room all by myself without being put up in my crate. I know I can do this. I’m really good about sleeping all night.
Wish me luck. I know all my other pig friends will be jealous. I’ll keep you posted tomorrow of what happens.
Mom took another video of me last night eating my all time favorite – bananas. I know another video of me eating. It is my passion. I love my food. Sometimes I just can’t get enough. It’s hard work keeping up with this gorgeous body of mine. They don’t call me a miniature pot-bellied pig for no reason 🙂
So this is bananas. I have in the past been known to try and ‘climb’ up moms legs to get to a banana that she was peeling for me. They are that delicious. Something about the texture just drives me crazy.
Does this look like the face of trouble? Of course not, right? Mommy was calling me deviled ham yesterday. I might have gotten into a little trouble. But you have to admit good kids have bad days.
I’ve learned a wonderful thing. Usually, mom and dad let me sleep in my piggy crate at night. You know, so I don’t get into any trouble. Well, I’m a big boy. I don’t need a piggy crate. Well, I’ve kind of learned how to escape it. See, I’m smart like that. Pigs are very intellectual. We see how things work and we practice on it until we get it right. Mom and dad learned that yesterday.
Dad put me down for my nap while mom was at work. Oh I went to sleep for a while. But then I got up and escaped. Smile – grin. My bedroom door was closed so I entertained myself. I moved my piggy crate. I knocked over the trash can and shredded everything in it. I played with all of my toys. I moved my blankies around. Dad heard me and came into the room. He fussed at me a little bit and made me help him clean up my room. All was good.
Then later, mom put me down for my evening nap while they ate dinner. I just wanted to show her what I could do. So, I escaped again. She left my door shut as well. I moved my crate. I pulled out my blankies and pillows. I dumped the trash can and shredded everything much better this time all over the room. I might have even pulled on the curtain a bit near my south window… just a little. When mom came to let me out she was shocked and surprised. Her little boy is growing up. Okay, she did fuss a bit more than dad. She called me deviled ham instead of sweet Bacon. She actually made me help her sweep everything back up and put everything back in its place.
She wasn’t mad too long though. We went into the front room afterwards and she fed me an orange and rubbed my belly for a long time. She’s forgiving like that. We did have a long prayer meeting about what I can and can’t do. When mom and dad tucked me in for the night in my crate, I stayed all night…. this time. 🙂
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
of was when I was about 3 months old. I REALLY wanted to cuddle on the couch with mom but she refused. I even politely (mom says I was screaming) asked my grandma if I could cuddle with her, she said no too. I got pretty upset so I decided to take a stack of papers that was on the coffee table shelf and carry it across the room. Mom was upset and chased me away at first but then after a while she laughed and let me cuddle.
This is my buddy Coccolino (Cocco for short). He has a mommy named Katie. You can find their page at 
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