I'm All Alone

This is Harry the pig, he left a few weeks ago in a horse box. Herself tempted us all up the ramp with a bucket. She pushed me out the jockey door and I thought she was going to push the boys out as well, but she didn't.

I haven't seen them since and I presume they have gone to that "Abba" concert Rasher was on about before she left to go to it herself.

I sulked for days and refused to get up. I pretended to starve myself but it's all being in vain. Herself has still not got me any new friends.

She says she's trying. I kind of believe her because she is out every day muttering about "no pigs".

 She decided to send Harry to Abba when she took this picture of him and saw his big ham!

I'm trying to hide mine but every now and again I catch her checking it out.  She says if I don't smarten up she's getting that horse box again next week.

She used to call us the runts but Hock never really grew. That's him beside me on the right. I'm not much better because Harry bullied us both and ate the most.

She said the butcher said he was only fit to make sausages with. Herself says he'll make the most expensive sausages on the planet because he was fed so well. 

This is me now. Herself said I was so fat I had to be pregnant but I'm not.

I wish she would get me some friends but I'm very worried she's booking that Abba concert again.

Summer So Far

We didn't know quite what to make of the recent hot summer weather here recently. We found it quite uncomfortable but we just decided to spent the main part of the day sleeping. Herself was amazed to find us still up at eleven at night.

Herself took this photo while we were having a nap. Our house is in a shady part of the field so it was quite cool in there.

In the afternoon Hammy figured out how to slop our water out of the heavy barrel and make a pig wallow.  It took me a while to get the hang of it. Herself was a bit rude and called me stupid.  You can see a video she made of us all having a good old wallow on her vine post under name MMG.

She took this photo from her bedroom window.  You can see we have rooted up the grass but as it's old and needs reseeding, she says she's not bothered; as long as we don't make a mess like in the other place.

We've Arrived

Looking at this photo you would have to admit we've arrived. Sorry for not keeping you all updated but honestly, haven't had any time guys. Been rootin' - you know how it is?

Anyway it's cooled down a bit now and I have a few minutes before hitting the hay. Well it's straw actually. Silly saying really.

Since we left the hell hole with all the rocks we have been really busy making this green patch brown. It's been so hot though we have to spend a lot of time in bed.  We get up early and have a bit of a root about. Herself is never up, so then we go back for a kip and eventually she sticks her head over the fence and says we are always in bed? Kettle calling the pot black methinks.

Herself complains we are too fussy. We just don't like apples, carrots, pears or, well lots of stuff. She says we need to be starved for a while. 

We love to scratch ourselves on the big silver thing she insists on filling with water. But the stupid Hammy mixes me up with the water barrel sometimes.

Today herself started cutting all the grass down opposite us with a noisy stick. She was swinging it about like there was no tomorrow.  She says she's going to give us some more space to root up. She says we are the porcine earth movers.

Do any of you guys know what she's on about because she has us baffled?

I promise to keep you all updated from now on. It's just been - well you know how it is?