Wednesday, August 25, 2010

When Pigs Fly

And they are about to.

Yesterday big pig bit me TWICE. I have a bruise on my leg from it. Then little pig was just getting on my nerves making too much noise but he eventually just wanted to cuddle, so he climbed up in between my legs and laid down. Then Wilson (springer spaniel) laid on my right side and Daisy (dachshund) decided to lay on my left. I just had animals galore! Well...then little pig, Gunther, gets down and he eventually tries to get back up. He springs up ONTO my chest and scrambles across me. It hurt SOOOO bad. Stupid little hooves stabbed me. Cut me right underneath my ribs. Then Gunther woke me up at 3 am squealing and I had to get him to go lay down in bed upstairs. That was FUN.

Mainly...I hate pigs. A lot.

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