Hey, Hi and glub glub pigfolks!

I gotta tell you this winter weather is a pain in the hams! Mom's out here in the office all the time, reading skillions of messages and I hardly ever get a chance to grab a minute on the computer anymore. Tonight Mom and Dad are out in the new (1972, whatever that means) motorhome, scrubbing and polishing and having a great time getting ready for our first trip cruisin' the high roads. This is their novel way of enjoying these dreary winter days. They have this really neat ramp system figured out, so I can get into the motorhome. Have you ever SEEN one of those knee-pounding, tummy jiggling, four-wheeled rattletraps? You can't hardly turn around in them. They are going to have to do some SERIOUS bribing before I condescend to let them coax me up that ramp. They took that silly dog, Dax, into the MH and all she did was shiver her brains in. Can't wait to go on our first trip... Dad's already figured out how to load the ramp onto the automatic boat loader and where to set up my new crate. (My Christmas present from Mom).

We had enough snow to seriously hamper foot traffic the other day and the tarp Dad put over my outside patio got loaded up with snow and made the supports collapse in the middle of the night. I would have bellowed, but I was too sleepy after my hard day chasing the dog around and just cursed it a time or two. Thank the Great Hog in Heaven I haven't been going outside much. I could have been squished like a bug! I haven't been able to get out to the bird feeder for WEEKS. I don't mind going out in a nice warm rain, providing it's not too heavy, and there's some sun, but there's no way I'm taking these cute little trotters out there to wade through that cold, claggy mud just to suck up a few measley seeds. I get Mom to go out to the garage and pick the peanuts out of the birdseed BEFORE she fills the feeder. It's a MUCH better solution than getting my feet dirty and takes less than half the time. I find Mom is much faster at sorting out the seeds if I keep a steady droning squeal going and nudge her on the leg once in awhile. Running on the spot and standing on my hind legs works well, too. If she forgets peanut duty I just mosey on over to the door and run my snootie up and down the bottom of it a few times till the sound drives her off her stool and she comes a- running. The only sound she hates worse than that is my full-bodied scream, or, secondly, the sound of my snootie ripping up the linoleum. Well, hoggies and hoggettes, I hope you're surviving the monsoons better than I am. I can't wait to hang up the snorkel gear and put on my garden clogs. I'm hog-tired of this rain!

Wishing you sunny days and long grass....

Binki