Pot-Bellied Pigs Are Crazy... At least, mine is!

I always used to think that I wanted to be a cat. What could be better than lounging around, sleeping 23 hours per day, having a full bowl of food available whenever you get hungry, water when you need it, etc.? But now that I have a PBP, I want to be one of them!

Porkchop is spoiled absolutely rotten — just in case you haven't noticed from my previous articles. That pig has all the benefits: the whole house to himself during the day; blankets; air conditioning; food (but not available all day!); and water — he even has his own personal protection (with three pit bull buddies)! On top of all that, he gets multiple daily belly rubs and massages. Who wouldn't want that?! Well, maybe not so much the belly rub, but a massage would do, for me!!

Porkchop just thinks he is "Top Dog" in the house. He doesn't hesitate to "bust up" in the middle of the dogs or cats while they are getting attention (because he thinks it is food, I'm sure!). If we do give the dogs some scraps and Porkchop is in the other room, napping, he'll hear them and come running — he won't be left out!! The other day, he waddled into the living room and plopped his big butt down half on top of our big cat, TJ. Well — we used to think TJ was big, haha. Anyway, TJ's poor little belly poofed out about twice its normal size because Po-Po (my nickname for Porkchop) was lying on TJ's hindquarters. The cat lay there for a good five minutes before he decided enough was enough and tried to maneuver out from under that fat pig!

Porkchop also got a "wild hair," or something, the other afternoon. For some reason, he came running into the living room from the kitchen, I guess chasing one of our other cats, Jibbilette. When Jibbilette rounded the corner, she took off toward the bedroom at warp speed. Porkchop flew into the living room right behind her and slid on his pee pad like he was trying to be Tom Cruise, and that just riled him up! He then proceeded to run from the living room to the bedroom, through the kitchen and mud room, then back around again. He did this for about five minutes before I decided I probably could get it on video. And I did! Amazingly, he ran that course about 10 times — and all the while, Kenneth was egging him on. It was quite hilarious and is posted on Porkchop's Facebook page, so take a look. But be sure to turn the volume down — a friend made a note to herself to do so when watching Porkchop videos, so she wouldn't wake up the neighbors!

Porkchop's tail wags constantly. He is very much like a dog, in some ways. And boy does that pig love to root stuff — especially shoes! My husband and I can never find our shoes anymore — at least not where we left them. Porkchop also likes to rearrange his food bowl and water "fountain" — which he also likes to turn over when it is mostly full. That is fun to clean up a few times a week ;o)

Porkchop is always "talking" to us, too. He's standing beside me right now, as I'm writing this article, and is grunting away. He is so sweet. Now he's lying on his side because I am rubbing him with my foot. See — he is spoiled absolutely rotten. Funny side note: he gets scared pretty easily — which just tickles me to death because that's one of my favorite things to do — scare people or animals (not in a bad way, ha-ha). Apparently, he gets so relaxed that he forgets I'm in the room, and I'll say something to him and he'll jump and grunt real loud. And certain tones scare him, too. I'll be talking to him or singing to him and throw in a deep "arrrggghhh arrghhh" (sort of like a cross between a piggie grunt and a "Tim 'The Toolman' Taylor" sound), and he'll grunt and jump and hunker-down, all at the same time. That pig is crazy — crazy, I tell you!