I think they knew I needed cheering up. First is Mr. Busypants, MoonPie.
pig5 by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
pig4 by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
And Louie. This was recent. It's part of the initiation; I guess it's the only initiation. You come to live with me and be my piggie, you have this picture made. A small price, I think. Louie may not be so sure...
louiebday by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
They're so sweet. They put up with me.
Usually when he is at my house I have a little photo shoot with him. This one was for Easter of last year. He's not really that small, he was just bunched up. He was teed off because he didn't want to sit nice and still next to the bunnies for a photo. He is super loveable and loves to snuggle. Those are two of my favorite little bunnies ever. The show up in quite a few pictures.
oreoseaster by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
I don't know if I have any I can get to, but I should dig around for some holiday/Christmas stuff to surprise them with again this year... I've done that from summer visits with him in the past. Have a little holiday portrait set waiting for them before Christmas as a present. The hard part is keeping it under wraps until December!
But back then, on Fridays, the little cafe here would put their fresh fruit cups on half price, and sometimes we'd have a fruit party. This was one of those times. Sure miss my Jester, although Louie is a prince among pigs. A fruit-hating prince! :-)
When Oreo's family came to get him, they asked to meet Louie, and he was such a gentleman. He let them hold him, he wasn't scared, and he was friendly and gentle, no hiding, no nipping, no peeing, just perfect behavior. I was so proud of him. And he really doesn't have any experience with strangers. He and Smokey would make great therapy pigs. I wonder what the process for becoming those is like... or if they even have that anywhere near me.
Snickers was SO tired of this, fighting back, yelling, so when I finally got up to go get the platter of lettuce, I snatched MoonPie out and took him with me. I took him out and hugged him and called him my little twerp, and kissed him, and wrapped him in a fleece blanket and took him in the kitchen. He was SO ugly the whole time, biting the blanket, biting and jerking the blanket, constantly. UH! Even after a carrot nibbly, he went back to jerking the blanket with his teeth. Spoiled! So rotten. I put him back and gave them their dinner and then all was peaceful.
But if you interrupt the routine, all hell breaks loose. He is so mean. Even with full fresh servings of pellets and hay. Sheez. Anybody want a shiny pig with a butt mullet and no manners?
haytunnel by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
Then tonight, well, I found this red haaaat... and since Louie is my sweetest and most cooperative, well, he was my sweet little supermodel.
louiehatleft by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
With full-on stinkeye.
louiehatfront by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr
louiehatright by friend2kitties2011, on Flickr