Miss Piggy here….Dana made the mistake of leaving her book in the barn and it has been an inspiration to me. It is a bestseller written by the great singer/musician Jimmy Buffet. It is called “Swine Not?” It is about a little pig that looks a lot like me. Her owners move into a hotel in New York where she has lots of great adventures. She plays soccer (not for me) but she also discovers some great food and fun. As long as Christopher is in Chicago, I think that should be my home for awhile. Wish me luck!It actually makes me VERY uncomfortable standing under this sign. So far everyone has been very nice. I have my camera and laptop…..I will keep in touch.
Daddy Bub would be 95 on his birthday today. At 93 and 9 months, he was too young to leave us, but we know that he knows that today we are celebrating the wonderful times we had with him. Anyone who met him would not be able to forget him…….I think it just might be starting to rain!!!!!! What a great way to celebrate! Let’s have our cake and eat it, too!!!!
In this economy it is not enough to just have a beautiful face and figure. You have to be able to multitask…..for instance, Miss Piggy has been forced into plowing the back forty in order to feed the less endowed creatures that happen to dwell here. She has had numerous requests for her modeling skills, but until the money comes rolling in, she is happy to supplement our income with this manual labor. She also cooks and cleans, but I guarantee that her calendar will bring in enough funds to feed this overwhelming household throughout the next drought…..
Starring Will Feral…….
The plan was for us to be pig sitting for a few days, but it took longer for our friend Eddie and his family to build a pen substantial enough to secure this guy. “Bacon” became very comfortable in the barn and he had it all to himself. I turned it into a piggy paradise, making sure that he had all his favorite treats and plenty of mud. Filling up his buckets of slop and cleaning out his wading pool became a work out I guess you could call Piglates. When it came time for him to go home, I put his food, water and toys in the trailer, but I think because it was obvious how much I loved hanging out with him, he figured I really didn’t want him to go. Eddie, his dad and I tried for hours on Saturday, with no luck. We discovered that if sufficiently poked and provoked, a domesticated pig can revert to a ferocious feral hog in a matter of minutes. Finally on Sunday, Tom was able to lure him into the trailer using a trail of waffles. These were the same waffles that I had tried, except that when I said go I really meant NO and when Tom said GO he really meant GO!!!!!
I don’t know what he told her, maybe he just breathed in her ear, but whatever, I walked outside and Miss Piggy was sure having fun with Cactus Jack…I oughta write a book!!!