Swine and Cheese

A passion for Pigs and Food

Tucked up in bed at last

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There's no place like home

There's no place like home

After several weeks of fine weather it has finally rained. I can only imagine Tallulah’s, Lola’s and Oinky’s surprise as they felt drops landing on them in the middle of the night in their huddle by the fence. Consequently Tallulah, the Berkshire, gave in and made the sensible decision to retreat to the comparative luxury of a dry, snuggly pig arc closely followed by Lola and Oinky who I suspect had wanted to be in there all along. Pig psychology! Just as well, I was thinking of converting the arc into another henhouse. It was nearly as exciting as Christmas morning for me and Neale when we crept out to their bit of field to find them cuddled up inside. They looked really sweet and despite us calling them with food they didn’t want to know. I think pigs skip the toddler stage and do mainly the teenage stage grunting, eating for England and sleeping.

Oinky collapses again

Oinky collapses again

Rather sweetly Lola and Oinky are very keen on having their back scratched. Oinky, the Gloucester old Spot, appears to have peeling sunburnt pink skin which is especially noticeable around the back of his ears, or it may just be incredibly bad dandruff. Lola just looks as if she’s got bad dandruff. They both arch their backs in ecstasy when scratched. In fact Oinky loves being rubbed so much he collapses onto the ground with all four limbs stretched out front and back. I haven’t managed to take a decent photo of this yet as it’s rather difficult scratching and snapping at the same time but my best efforts are below.

A very muddy Otto!

A very muddy Otto!

They’ve also been making friends this week. Tom, our new neighbour, has just bought the very pretty but semi-derelict cottage next door. He used to be a gamekeeper and has two incredibly well behaved labradors who he walks several times a day around the fields next to ours. He is also a dog trainer and still gives lessons so I’m seriously thinking about sending our rather mouthy Jack Russell, Otto, to him. Otto is the sweetest most complex dog I know but he does have issues mainly with any intruders and that includes anything and anyone coming within eyeshot of the place! Quite useful in some ways and incredibly annoying in others. Oh and he’s intensely jealous. Strangely enough neither Otto or Sydney our labrador have quite worked out what the pigs are or for. If only they knew pigs = sausages! By the way their favourites are the Pork sausages from Dukeshill!!

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Written by sarahh7282

April 26th, 2009 at 9:56 pm