Rusty and The Bandit

Sadly Mrs Pig hurt her back and had to go to the Abba concert (abattoir) so we are now the new residents.

Herself has named us Rusty and The Bandit. We are a Saddleback/Duroc cross. We are growing very fast. We love all the space in the big sunny field. We also love our little house. It gets really warm when the sun shines into it in the morning and we like to go back for a snooze after breakfast. It doesn't leak even in the heaviest rain.

The pesky dogs are really scared of the hurty white stuff so they leave us alone although one decided that she liked the look of some of our food so she jumped through it. You should have heard her squeal. We laughed our heads off at her.

There's a big fella that calls into see us. He can speak pig language. It's really confusing because it sounds just like us but it really makes no sense. We come out every time to see him though because he gives us a rub on the belly or behind the ears and we love that.

It's getting very cold at night now but we just bury down into all the straw and snuggle very close together so we are quite comfortable.

Life is good.

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?

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.





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