I realized something this week... I’ve been watching it but wasn’t sure what exactly I could do. Gus and Spam are not letting treat eat much. Poor baby screams when I bring food out now. I think she is really hungry. I feel so bad for her. I have tried making 3 piles of food, 1 for each of them, but she still isn’t getting enough, in my mind. Poor little girl. I’m really perplexed at what the issue could be. I know they are all hungry and still food aggressive but good grief. That seeet baby needs to eat. She is still not very social so it’s not like I can move her when it’s time to eat. Gus I could, but that leaves spam and she is super bad aggressive with food all the time. Poor little treat. She is so adorable though. I even picked her up the other day. She hated ever second but made me smile!!
Wednesday, June 26, 2019
A few days after the pig pen was finished, the little ones started warming up. They actually are with me standing right out of the pen. Then later they are with me in the pen. I really thought I was winning, but I was wrong...again. But the story is this, there cane a really bad couple of days with bad thunderstorms. I was worried, of course, so I was yet again running back and forth from pig pens to the house. I can see the donkey and goats from my back door. I knew they were ok. I cannot see the pig pen since it is at the back of the property. So, I’m running back and forth getting soaked like crazy. The little ones had gotten into the dog house and were wrapped up together in the straw. Y’all, that is one of the most precious things. I was able to stick my arm in there to let them. They didn’t like it, but they weren’t getting out in the rain to run from me. My other pigs were good, too. Crazy weather.
Back to building that pig pen. Those pigs were so happy. Wagging their tails, rooting around and eating!! The day after the pen was built, I was so sore I could barely move. Those railroad ties kicked my tail end. Anyway, this isn’t about me. I came home and the pigs and dug a little spot to stay cool right behind the dog house. It was so cute. They really thought they were hiding and couldn’t be seen. I know they are nervous about the dogs and me. They do have conversations with the other pigs in the other pen. They can see each other now. It’s really a funny thing to watch. They still aren’t friendly but hopefully they will warm up soon. They are so cute running around that pen. They are still so small and cute. I just want to love on them, but they don’t want me to... at all. I am going to continue to work on them. It will happen eventually. Looks like I’m going to have to camp out in the pen in a chair with treats for hours. I better start using bug spray or I’m going to get some funky disease from the mosquitoes.
Another funny story about Persia. We had just moved into our new house. At the old house, she used to try to run out the back door to go outside. She is declawed so she knew she couldn’t go outside. So, we moved to the new house. Boxes everywhere and all that good stuff. Well, one night I was looking for her and could not find her anywhere. She does love to hide, so I thought, maybe she found her a good spot. Then I walked around the corner and the back door was opened. We had a fenced yard at the old house. Now we had 22 acres of land. My heart dropped and I was instantly sick. I yelled for my husband. He said, well I must have left the door opened so I should just go pack my bags if that cat is gone. I mean, yeah I was upset but that might have been extreme... I said might. Anyway. I wasn’t sure where to start looking. I had shut the back door by this point and was trying not to freak out. If you remember, I posted about the dogs all running off when we moved in so it was traumatic for me again. Well, I rounded the corner and she was looking in the back door like, are you going to let me in or what. I walked over and opened the door but she didn’t run in, she jumped off the back porch but I was able to catch her. She has not tried to run out the door since that night.
Oh Persia. She is a cat with some personality. I’ve never seen a cat like her. She goes nuts every night about the same time. She runs up and down the stairs several times and jumps up halfway up the doors and jumps off. It’s definitely something to see. She also is a mess. When there is a room full of people, she picks the person that is either allergic to cats or the person who doesn’t like cats and goes and sits in their lap. She looks at them like what are you going to do about it. It’s actually really funny. She also loves feet. She wants you to rub your feet on her all the time. It’s weird. Like I said, one of a kind cat. She is definitely my baby.
Changing topics for a minute. This post is about my cat, Bubba. He has this really bad habit.. he comes to you when he wants to be loved on. He will get petted and then when he gets tired of it, he bites you and runs off. He also loves to chew up shoes!! My dogs don’t even do that. He also has this thing about always having food in his automatic feeder. He is so spoiled rotten. This morning I was going to be able to sleep in for a few minutes... oh no, Bubba wasn’t going to let that happen. He got me up at 5:45 am by laying on my chest and then biting my hand because he had no food in the feeder. But, two can play that game... I made him lay beside me until my alarm went off. He was not happy with me... at all. Hahahaha!! He is a brat but I love him. Don’t let this sweet face fool you.
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
I’m on a bunch of pig sights to help me learn about these pigs and how to care for them. All of these people talk about their pigs and how boredom isn’t good for them. They talk about toys to help with their stimulation to help them not to get bored. So I went and bought toys for them. Nothing big or expensive since I wasn’t sure what they would do with it. Turns out, they are terrified of them and want nothing to do with them. It was kinda funny. I left them in the pen to see if maybe they would change their minds. So far they haven’t. Daisy loved it though!!
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