something's ahoof...i can feel it.

well, i can hear the washer and dryer going, unvisited closets are being opened, and both maggie and millie are edgy. they know not what i know, that mommy and daddy are going to take a holiday. they just know something's different, and they don't like it.

well, in this case, i agree with my canines. they are going to england, where they plan to move. i am not pleased with this development at all, and i've made it no secret. to be fair though, mommy is absolutely gutted at the prospect of finding me a guardian. she is being ever so careful and is planning to set up a pig-mommy/daddy/maggie/millie cam, insure my new guardian will read letters and emails to me, and most importantly, play the "mommy loves mathilda" song whilst my beautiful belly is being rubbed. i trust the guardian will also be instructed to extend the playing time of the song should i continue to snort to the beat.