Throwback Thursday: Peeegs.
Since we’re not getting pigs this year, I thought I’d go back to some of my favorite pictures of the pigs we’ve had in the past. These pictures are in no particular order.
Pig in straw (we pile up a lot of straw in the pig shelter before we bring them home, and they always love sleeping in there, at least ’til it gets really hot.)
Look. Sometimes when you’re eating, you need to lay down and take a nap in the middle of it, to get your strength back.
This must be either the first or second set of pigs we had. We used to go up to the Russell Stover outlet and buy on-sale chocolate for them (we eventually stopped doing that, and stuck to homemade cookies instead.)
One from the first set, when the pig wallow was new (and smaller and muddier than it is now.)
Cooooooookie.
Snugglin’ in the wallow.
Coooooooookie.
“HALLO.”
Pigs ‘n chickens.
Happy pig. The first year after Fred dug the wallow, we had to fill it up with water occasionally or it would go dry.
::thlurrrp::
I had actually forgotten, until I saw this picture, that we had three pigs one year.
Happy peeeg.
I wish I had a video of this, because when Fred picked that pig up, the squealing was deafening (and the pig was loud too, ba-DUM-bump).
Belly rubs.
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Tricki likes to get right up in Livia’s face and sniff like crazy. Livia puts up with it well!
Dennis took a swipe at the feather teaser, but doesn’t seem too unhappy that he missed.
I was talking to him (because he was out of my reach), and you can see that he was kneading. He is one sweet boy.
Tricki, checking out the toys.
Bath time for Dennis.
Livia’s just tired of me and that stupid camera.
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Jake HAD that bird, but it still got away (please note that he’s got a mouthful of feathers.) (Picture taken through the window, so it’s not the best.)
Spitting out feathers.
Corbie comes over to take a statement. “A bird, you say? It got away from you, you say? How very odd!”
Jake wore that feather for a long time, as he sniffed every inch of the back yard trying to figure out where the bird had gone.
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Previously
2013: Talk about covered in kittens!
2012: They decided I might be okay.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Scheming.
2008: BRATS.
2007: I think the shirt is broken, though. No one ever offers me chocolate!
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.