She was one the most unique pigs I ever knew. I've yet to meet another one like her. She was feisty, and things always had to be her way. She knew she had a right to food, whenever she wanted it. She was the queen of the house, and even her fur reflected that -- she had a lovely tiara on her forehead, and a Mohawk to show her attitude.
I'll see you at the bridge, Hannah. I love you.
Everybody keep your fingers crossed for the girls!
And now what everyone wants: pictures!
Here's some pics from a few weeks ago of the entire herd out for a frolic in the grass.
Snickers, looking stately as always.
Faline took a liking to Mack. Mack, on the other hand, could care less.
Mack isn't sure what to think of the camera.
"What's that I smell?"
Duff is quite the photogenic cavy.
Bambi's eyes are so big that she looks like she could be an anime character!
Too much grass and butt-sniffing can really tire a pig out!
"Well hi there!"
Elsie strikes a dramatic pose
You know what they say about the grass being greener . . .
There are more photos at my Photobucket page
Another effect of this development is that I will probably have a new foster or two on Sunday!
Mack is the socially maladjusted one. I had to warn his adopters that if he chatters at them or Duff, he's just being weird and doesn't mean anything by it.