CALIFORNIA POTBELLIED PIG ASSOCIATION, Inc.
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Frankie
I had something funny happen this morning.  I crawled in the blankets with Frankie (her somewhat spoiled pig) about 5:00 am; he was sleeping.  I passed gas, and he woke up and grunted disgustedly.  I did it again, and he got up, oinked his displeasure and LEFT THE ROOM.  

I had offended a PIG!    :)

It is difficult to type this because I have a large bandage on my index finger.  At breakfast this morning, I was using a sharp steak knife to slice up some Swiss cheese to top off Frankie's meal of pig chow and veggies.  I looked down at him while I was cutting the cheese and the knife slipped and I have a good sized cut on my finger.  It occurred to me later that this was Frankie's way of getting me back for "cutting the cheese" earlier in bed with him! 

Bonnie Morgan 

"The paradise of my fancy is one where pigs have wings."  G. K. Chesterton