So busy I've barely had time to lounge around, let alone post to the blog!!

Well, the holidays are upon us (whatever holidays might be), and even though I am still hearing incredibly rude comments about my personage being a food source, I do feel some sort of excitement in the air. Perhaps it's the cooler air or the leaves falling from the trees. These events are both a blessing and a curse - on one hoof, I can see the gorgeous river from my domicile and can inspect at even closer range when tethered outdoors. On the other hoof, the cold is quite uncomfortable and I really do need to wear additional insulation to keep warmish. Of course, this is of great delight to Mommy...she has gone absolutely bonkers shopping for outdoor drag to wear on my nature jaunts. The sweaters are by far the most efficient, but my full cooperation is required to allow my front legs entry through the leg/hoof openings. This is not an activity I enjoy in any way shape or form. It's disruptive, unpleasant and I am not silent at all with regard to my displeasure. However, since Mommy is doing her best to make me into a clothes horse, there are other options. She purchased a very smart trench coat, a corduroy barn jacket and wintery fleece coat, all of which are worn with a minimum effort on my part. They merely fasten with velcro (no porcine acrobatics needed). They are not nearly as warm...but I dare not share this confidential information with Mommy and Daddy. I would rather freeze than have to put my legs and hooves through those tiny openings in the sweaters. (I realize I may have to relent as the air may get even colder in future. We'll cross that bridge when we get there.)

I am now the proud recipient of a PIGLOO!!! My parents bought this wee house for my hiding and sleeping purposes. I wonder if they know it also keeps cold drafts and chilly floors at bay? It's doubtful they would have considered these features, as they think my daily activities consist only of playing and eating full stop. They have no idea that I am a silent philosopher, plot new strategies for obtaining more comestibles and am frequently testing out new sounds to add to my vocal repetoire. Let's just say that my vocabulary speaks of my higher intelligence. I don't mind telling you that I am one smart porcine. (I feel my buddha belly swelling with pride.)

I'm reticent to share the following (and potentially troubling) news, yet I must. Last weekend, Mommy and Daddy supposedly went to the pet shop to purchase my pigloo and only my pigloo. (They promised to use the ninja shopping method, perfected by many men of the human species.) Upon their return, they indeed had the pigloo. It came with a comfy cushion inside (which I later shredded to bits for reasons that will be revealed in the next sentence.) They abandoned the ninja shopping method because they also brought a small canine along with all of its flotsam and jetsam. It whinges and barks and diverts attention that should be mine to enjoy. Okay, I will admit the dog is incredibly cute but let's just say I could take her out with one whisk of these powerful jaws and sharp incisors. Everyone should tread lightly...especially the dang dog. Fear not, I will not exercise my formidable superiority unless it should become an absolute necessity. So far the dog has shown only pleasantries toward me so I shall give her the benefit of the doubt. I still have my eye on her...

I must close now as noontime approaches. I see many vegetables in my near future. Hopefully the mix will contain watermelon rind, cucumbers, carrots and tomatoes. My mouth is now watering and my right hoof tapping impatiently for Mommy to arrive. Hopefully I will talk to you soon, but I cannot promise for reasons mentioned above. Should my busy schedule allow, I will gladly share bits and pieces of my exciting life with you. Toodle pip for now!