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...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.

January 24, 2007

Let me iiiin!

Every time I clean out Two Pig Place (the name of Maude and Bessie's condo, of course), I give the pigs a chance to run around, stretch their tiny legs, and see a whole different side of life outside the cage. And what do they do?
They sit dispassionately, eating pellets and staring at their home, or, like Maude here, practically climb the walls to get back in. What's the point, guys!? I try to give you the exercise all the books and the websites (and your beer gut, Bessie!) tell me to, but this is what you do instead, when given the chance. Sigh. Actually, kind of reminds me of when Mike and I were kids and my mom would kick us outside while she cleaned the house. Heh heh.

Well, GPs really aren't known for their athleticism anyway.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Jen K said...

Perhaps the GPs would enjoy some props to stimulate extramural exploration. How about a paper bag? Paper bag = tunnel/cave/toy to rip apart with glee. Good for at least 10 minutes of spelunking.

A nice tunnel made of library books (with treats at end) might also do the trick. Though I guess the library might not appreciate it.

4:19 pm  
Blogger m&b said...

Great ideas -- they do love paper! I've done the library book tunnel, actually, and there was an incident (or two)... perhaps I'll use my old textbooks next time!

9:55 am  

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