I'm sure that everyone knows that pigs will eat almost anything. Porkchop is no exception, although he does not like raw squash or zucchini. A few weeks ago, I bought some vegetable chips (trying to eat healthier), but they were pretty much tasteless. However, Porkchop loved them, and just has a little piggy panic attack if I don't get them in his bowl fast enough. They are a little expensive, though, to feed to a pig, so I decided I'd buy a food dehydrator to make my own. The first batch was perfectly crispy, and Porkchop thoroughly enjoyed them. BUT, I took the next batch out too early, they weren't quite crisp enough, and he did not like them! I'll have to be careful, in the future, to get the crispness just right for him!

I have to order his pot-bellied pig feed off the Internet, and had purchased a new bag last week. My husband asked if I wanted him to pour it in the old chicken feed bin, and I decided that would be a great place to keep it. Apparently I didn't remember which bin was the old chicken-feed one, and I, once again, unknowingly contributed to Porkchop gaining even more weight... I poured him some of the "new" feed, and mentioned, later, to my husband that I didn't realize it was a new kind of food, because it looked different. The following morning, as I was pouring Porkchop his breakfast, I noticed that the feed looked like the original. So, I asked my husband where he got that food from, and he laughed and said that I had been feeding Porkchop high-protein catfish food! Which, of course, they use to make catfish gain weight! I can't win, for losing!!

We have the best time, on our bathroom outings, during the day. Porkchop gets a little exercise to work off that extra weight I keep putting on him, and we have fun playing hide-and-seek. Pot-bellied pigs don't have great eyesight, but they do have an exceptional sense of smell — better than most dogs! On a recent afternoon, as Porkchop was rooting around in the dirt, I decided I'd go on up ahead and hide. After a while, I heard him running, grunting, and he flew past me, headed back to the office. I jumped out and said, "Boogie-woogie!" and scared that little pig! Haha! He grunted and jumped around — it was too funny. Then he wiggled his fat little body like he was saying, "You got me, that time, Mommy!"

Pot-bellies communicate with squeaks, sneezes, grunts and gurgles, and I never get tired of hearing him "talk" to us or the dogs. When we go out for our bathroom breaks, during the day, he'll inevitably stop to explore and root in the grass or gravel, so I'll go on ahead and in a little bit I'll hear this whiney grunt, squeal type noise and hear his fat self running behind me. I always tell him, "I'm not leaving you!" When he decides he doesn't want to come back in, I'll say, "Ok, Porkchop, I'll see ya' later!" Before long, he comes running to the door and waddles to his food bowl for a treat.

I love that little pig! And, I am glad to hear that most of you do, too!!