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.

All Changed

It's all changed here, changed utterly and from now on it's Little Pig blogging as sadly, Rasher is now hanging in the butchers.

Rasher became quite famous as a blogger and a twitterer and had built up quite a following.  She was also in the Sunday Independent but sadly she didn't get to see it.  You can read about Rasher here.


Sausage was the first to leave. I never met her but Rasher told me she used to bully her terribly and eat all her food.  When I came along Rasher tried to bully me but I'm tough.  I had to be, I came from a family of nine.  And believe me it was dog eat dog when it came to feeding time. 

Then just before Rasher left, herself arrived with the two little runts.  She said afterwards never mind a "pig in a poke", she was sold two pokes.  They are Irish Grazer or Tamworths but to look at them you would just see pot-bellied scabs.  Now that they are here with me and getting lots of lovely barley, oats, potatoes and cabbages they are starting to look a bit better.  I don't bully them as much but they make me angry eating my potatoes and we have a bit of a scrap.

Because they are runty herself comes down every evening to close the door and she has given us a big deep bed of straw.  We do NOT like being disturbed too early in the morning.  We think herself has finally got the message and stopped arriving down while it is still dark.  We think that Honest2Goodness market was to blame for that.

So anyway it will be a while before any of us little piggies go to market.  We are looking forward to the spring when herself says she is going to move us to a nicer, less mucky place.  She says there is no point now while it is wet all the time and cold, she forgot the cold.  We do not like going out in it anyway. 

We have to think of good names for the two little runts.  We can't keep calling them that. But honestly Pinky and Perky and Sacco and Vanzetti have been some of the suggestions so far.  Please advise herself sensibly because I'm not going to be a little pig forever.





Tags: Sunday Independent Honest2Goodness PinkyandPerky Sacco and Vanzetti Free Range Pigs

Heebee Geebees

Herself says we get the heebee geebees when she goes near us with a measuring tape. Well I do anyway. She tells me to stop buck lepping around.   Sausage is cool about it.  She likes having her belly rubbed and when herself rubs her behind her ears she falls over on her side and closes her eyes so she looks like she's dead.

It's got cold here now.  Some mornings the hose is frozen and we don't get fresh water until afternoon.  We like the sun when it streams into our stable and we lie in it basking like whales according to herself but I'm not sure what's a whale.

There were men down our lane cutting the hedge recently.  They came and had a look in at us and laughed.  We get lots of visitors these days and they all laugh.  I'm not sure why they think we are so funny but they all say that they have never rubbed a pig before.  Then they tell her she can't eat us.  We hope herself listens.

Our laneway

Our neighbours

She has been doing a lot of muttering about a boypig for us. I'm not sure about that because from what I remember in my last place they are a bit bossy and smelly.  Plus we need to move to a new garden so we can dig it up.  We have made a right mess of this one.  It's too mucky even for us now.

Now I have spent enough time on this computer. Have lots of rooting to do today.  But I will keep all you lovely humans updated.

Rasher x

Herself's brother visited