My Trip to Mom’s Worky Place

I’ve mentioned several times that mom took me to her worky place one time a very long time ago when I was still little.  A lot of you have asked to hear the story so now is a good time to make you laugh.

So I think I was around 15-16 weeks when mom decided I needed to visit the worky place.  Well, actually the people she worked with decided they wanted to see cute little ole me in my prime and talked her into bringing me for a short visit.  Mom’s work was in the middle of relocating so they were temporarily working out of a trailer.  And trust me, that trailer was packed.  Mom took off one Friday and decided to bring me up that day.

She loaded me in the car with dad and off we were to the worky place.  Mom said she worked with a bunch of pigs and I couldn’t wait to see others of my kind.  We got to the trailer and she carried me in and the doors were shut.  Everyone came over and oohh and aaaweed at me.  Funny thing, I kept looking but didn’t see any of my kind at all – it just a bunch of men.  One of them told mom to put me down that they wanted to see me roaming around the office.  She asked them if they had ever seen a piglet fly because I could.  They said it wouldn’t be a problem.  She put me down and I was off from one end of that trailer to the next.  All of those manly guys were laughing and jumping out of my way.  I had them hopping!

Then came the time for us to go back home.  This is where the fun begins.  Mom told them they have to help catch me and it wouldn’t be easy.  Have you ever seen grown men trying to catch a fast little miniature pot bellied pig?  It is really a vision to see.  Mom so should have recorded it on her phone for prosperity.

The guys were sneaking around trying to corner me and they just couldn’t catch me.  And of course by this time, it was a game to me.  I didn’t want to be caught so they were just going to have to wear me out and I’m a kid so I knew I could outlast them.  I was doing great zipping here and there and escaping every little move they were planning.  But there was one guy that mom works for – I knew he was going to give me a run for *my* money. 

I went over to a corner and was pondering my next move.  This one guy was near me but he was ignoring me which meant to me he didn’t see me – pig logic you know.  That’s why it took me completely off guard when he reached down from no where and picked me up handing me off to mommy.  He did this so fast that I didn’t even know what happened until it happened which meant he startled me.  Do you know what happens when you startle a pig?  Any ideas?

Now remember mom is holding me and I’m startled – so startled that I wizz all over her.  That’s what happens when you startle a pig.  You can laugh – mom thinks its funny now.  And I mean it was a good wizz too.  The kind that went down her jeans and dripped into her shoes kind.  And she had to drive home all wet like that.  I’ll give it to mom, she didn’t get mad.  She told me that if I guy grabbed her like the one did me, she would have probably wizzed too.

So there you go, the story of my trip to mom’s worky place.  They have since moved from that trailer and are in a nice office now.  They want me to come up there.  They said there was LOTS of places to run.  I don’t really think mom will go for it.  And you know what?  I have never figured out what mom meant when she said she works with pigs and then comes home to a pig?

 

My Trip to Mom’s Worky Place

I’ve mentioned several times that mom took me to her worky place one time a very long time ago when I was still little.  A lot of you have asked to hear the story so now is a good time to make you laugh.

So I think I was around 15-16 weeks when mom decided I needed to visit the worky place.  Well, actually the people she worked with decided they wanted to see cute little ole me in my prime and talked her into bringing me for a short visit.  Mom’s work was in the middle of relocating so they were temporarily working out of a trailer.  And trust me, that trailer was packed.  Mom took off one Friday and decided to bring me up that day.

She loaded me in the car with dad and off we were to the worky place.  Mom said she worked with a bunch of pigs and I couldn’t wait to see others of my kind.  We got to the trailer and she carried me in and the doors were shut.  Everyone came over and oohh and aaaweed at me.  Funny thing, I kept looking but didn’t see any of my kind at all – it just a bunch of men.  One of them told mom to put me down that they wanted to see me roaming around the office.  She asked them if they had ever seen a piglet fly because I could.  They said it wouldn’t be a problem.  She put me down and I was off from one end of that trailer to the next.  All of those manly guys were laughing and jumping out of my way.  I had them hopping!

Then came the time for us to go back home.  This is where the fun begins.  Mom told them they have to help catch me and it wouldn’t be easy.  Have you ever seen grown men trying to catch a fast little miniature pot bellied pig?  It is really a vision to see.  Mom so should have recorded it on her phone for prosperity. 

The guys were sneaking around trying to corner me and they just couldn’t catch me.  And of course by this time, it was a game to me.  I didn’t want to be caught so they were just going to have to wear me out and I’m a kid so I knew I could outlast them.  I was doing great zipping here and there and escaping every little move they were planning.  But there was one guy that mom works for – I knew he was going to give me a run for *my* money. 

I went over to a corner and was pondering my next move.  This one guy was near me but he was ignoring me which meant to me he didn’t see me – pig logic you know.  That’s why it took me completely off guard when he reached down from no where and picked me up handing me off to mommy.  He did this so fast that I didn’t even know what happened until it happened which meant he startled me.  Do you know what happens when you startle a pig?  Any ideas? 

Now remember mom is holding me and I’m startled – so startled that I wizz all over her.  That’s what happens when you startle a pig.  You can laugh – mom thinks its funny now.  And I mean it was a good wizz too.  The kind that went down her jeans and dripped into her shoes kind.  And she had to drive home all wet like that.  I’ll give it to mom, she didn’t get mad.  She told me that if I guy grabbed her like the one did me, she would have probably wizzed too. 

So there you go, the story of my trip to mom’s worky place.  They have since moved from that trailer and are in a nice office now.  They want me to come up there.  They said there was LOTS of places to run.  I don’t really think mom will go for it.  And you know what?  I have never figured out what mom meant when she said she works with pigs and then comes home to a pig?