...it is from that hour that I incline to date my Spiritual New-birth, or Baphometic Fire-baptism; perhaps I directly thereupon began to be a Pig.

June 14, 2006

Oh Mah Gaw!

It's been faaaaar too long since I updated Ye Olde PigBlog. SHAME! Almost a whole month without piggie picture goodness! How dare I deprive you all of your lovely friends, Maude and Bessie?

Well, you loyal PigBlog readers will be happy to know that things around here are simply fabulous. Maude and Bessie continue very well, loving their hay, pellets and fresh veg. They get regular exercise, and still enjoy the odd little spat. In other words, business as usual.

Recently, I started growing some "cat grass," also known at oat grass, for the Misses. It's safe for them to eat -- it's really just the live version of what they eat dried as hay -- and they LOVE IT. They go absolutely mental for it. I put a small handful of cut grass in one of their bowls the other day, and Maude ate it all up in one bite. She had this ridiculous thick bunch of grass sticking out of her mouth. I'm surprised she didn't choke on it or something. All this to prevent Bessie from eating it. Well, Bessie got her revenge: when allowed to (politely) eat a few blades right from the pot, she promptly chomped and ripped her way through about half of it, pulling it out by the roots so that (I imagine) Maude wouldn't have as much to steal next time.

Photographic proof:


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