So you know how my owner went up to Portland to visit her aunt and uncle? Well, during that time, we were at her friend's house, who was pig sitting us. It was pretty sweet. We got to meet Abby and Nutmeg. Although we never truly met, we were able to talk through the bars. Nutmeg seemed like a nice sow.
But the pigs were oldies. They were very old, about seven years old. Abby looked like she was about to keel over any second, and Nutmeg seemed really light. She may or may not be suffering from a bad case of diabetes.
Nutmeg yelled at Piggie. XD Piggie was squeaking for food, because my owner's friend apparently has a different feeding schedule than us. We normally get fed in the morning. So we were squeaking for food in the morning. Nutmeg was trying to take a nap, and she yelled at Piggie for making such a racket when she was trying to sleep.
Piggie was sad afterwards. I chimed in that I was making some of the racket, too. But Nutmeg likes me. She likes Piggie sometimes, but other times she doesn't. Old lady mood swings. :) Abby was pretty quiet.
My owner says that she had a nice trip. We did, too.
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