Before replacing my pig passion with birdiness, and before Mathilda experienced her growth spurt, I purchased another little piglet - Vegemite - who happened to be Mathilda's half-sister. This worked out beautifully because our dogs (two miniature - yes miniature - dachschunds) hated Mathilda, so she was a bit lonely. Mathilda and Vegemite adored each other.
However, it wasn't long after the above picture was taken that both pigs became bored with simply nibbling grass and began to dig and I mean DIG!
Feeling a bit nostalgic!
Nostalgia is best taken with a fine port warmed under candlelight. It can be smelled, tasted, heard, seen and touched, either embodied in the flesh or washed in the spirit. Tears are optional, sometimes though, an unstoppable necessity.
And you are a port poet!!!
If you want new sod turned over and rocks brought to the surface, let the pigs in. No need for a roto-tiller.
You are right there – I now want a pond (a big one) and my little/big ‘diggers’ are gone!
I like nostalgia!
Me too!
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