Welcome to my mom's blogger friends. She is letting me post today. Mom spends so much time talking about cooking, and decorating, and baby showers and those crazy dogs I thought I would let you know about Hamlet and me. We are pot belly pigs . While a girl never gives out her age, I will admit that Hamlet is older than I am. Hamlet's birthday is in November and mine is in January. Every year on our birthday mom makes us a big pan of cornbread and pours buttermilk over it. Mighty tasty I must admit. Mom does all kinds of things for us, like buying us a special swimming pool. We hated it. We took care of it ourselves and built our own. It is perfect. Mom fills it full of water twice a day. Dad is the practical one, he built us a barn, made sure there was a special heater in so we stay warm in the winter.
Hamlet and I share everything!
Twice a week we get a special treat of corn. We love that. Dad makes us eat this disgusting pot belly pig food. Yuk. That is Hamlet eating. She is blind so I have to show her everything. I guess you could call me her caregiver. Potbelly pigs are ranked 5th as the most intelligent with man being the most intelligent. (I demand a recount). We have straight tails, learn every easily, and have pointed ears. Most pot belly pigs are affectionate, not me. I have to protect this household.
When Dad went crazy, (that is what Mom calls it) and took her to Chicago (That must be a terrible place. You should hear mom talk about it.) The zoning ordinances there would not let me and Hamlet go with Mom and Dad. We were sad but someone came twice a day to feed and water us. That gave me extra work to guard the house. But I handled it with no problem.
This is a picture of me, I have to check things out before I can relax for breakfast. When we were little Mom would take us to McDonald's every Sunday in the car and we would get an ice cream cone. The workers at McDonald's would think it was funny. I just wanted my ice cream. While we are both quite large, we have good manners and know how to behave in public.
This is what Hamlet does best. She sleeps. But I guard the property. You might notice that Hamlet is much larger than I am. You would be correct. Hamlet has lived with Mom since she was 6 weeks old. She would not eat. So one day Mom put her in the bathtub with warm water and fed her a high calorie liquid in a bottle. She ate really well. The vet said mom should have only done that for 3 months. Well Mom did it until Hamlet was almost 3. Think about it, high calories for a 3 year old pig! Please. I don't know what she was thinking.