We're on the Move

My name is now Harry.
Herself has stopped calling me Little Pig at long last. I was really lucky, I could have been called Hamish if the visitors from Scotland had their way.  The runts are Hammy and Hock and they have got a lot bigger. They have lovely shiny coats now with no bare patches.

We are moving soon, up to herself's back field.  We think it will be great and really easy to escape from. We are waiting for her to get some fencing repaired and to build us a house. We think we may be waiting.....

I don't miss Rasher anymore now that the runts are getting a bit more interesting.  We are outside all the time now but we don't much like the rain.  It's been great for a few weeks now but it has been very cold.

Herself gives us extra straw when it's cold and we bury down into it, snuggled up beside each other.  She laughs her head off sometimes when she comes down and we are still in bed. When we get up we have a load of straw still on our faces. I don't even notice to be honest but for some reason she finds it funny.

We still get lots of visitors and we like when they come in and give me a scratch. I love an old scratch.

When Harry met Molly

This is Molly pup. Herself was minding her and her cat-hating brother, Mac.  Mac hated us too and tried to bite me.  I soon sorted him!  Molly was sweet though and I even let her steal some of my food.

Rasher and Sausage hated all the dogs but I don't mind them at all.  In fact I like everyone.  I'm a very happy pig.