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Pig Tales by Binki:
"Binki and That Computer Guy"

By Margaret Timms



Hey, Hi and Yeehaw Hogs and Pigettes!

That computer fix-it guy is here so often I'm beginning to feel like his littermate! I can always tell when he's going to visit, cause Mom starts calling the computer all the nasty names she can think of, and her hair stands on end so she looks like a chubby version of the Statue of Liberty.

The first thing the computer guy says is "I don't understand how THAT could have happened." Mom says, "All I did was push some buttons and BLAMMO... blue screen of death!!!" My Dad thinks Mom is a very creative computer-wrecker! Now, you'll have to understand about this computer guy. He's a DOG man. He's never owned a pig, or even thought of owning a pig, and he couldn't believe anyone would WANT to own a pig. Show's you where his mind's at, doesn't it? Well, the very first thing this guy does when he meets me is to say, "Hi, Binki", and as he's reaching down to pat me on the face he asks Mom, "Does he bite?". Hmmmmmmph! First of all, I'm a SHE, second of all, ASK before you pet, and third of all YES, I might bite, if I felt like it! Mom was already stressing out enough over the computer, so I just lunged at him and gave my fiercest BARK! Even a DOG man should understand that.

After more than half a dozen visits to *fix* the computer, and repeated pathetic attempts to pet me, I allowed him to let me root on his shoes and chew the plastic covers on his laces and snuffle my old snootie up his pantleg. NOTHING makes a computer guy jump up off the stool faster than a cold wet snootie on the bare calf! I almost fell over I was laughing so hard. I know Mom was laughing, too, cause I could hear it in her voice, as she shooed me away from him.

Yesterday, the computer guy finally hit on the magic combination..... TREATS and PETS. So while he was feeding me some yummy goodies I allowed him to pet me for a moment, until the food was gone, of course. He was still here at my bedtime, so I jumped up into the easy chair, I hung out the do-not-disturb sign and let Mom know I needed my blankies and a kiss. I had just snuggled down for the night and this goofy guy reaches over and starts petting my head!!! I jumped to my feet and tried my best to give him a resounding bite, but he was too fast for me. Mom gave me a talking-to, and as the computer guy was leaving I stuck my tongue out at him. It doesn't matter who he tells, no one will believe him, especially not my Mom, who doesn't even believe I can type! snorf snorf chortle.
May your bits and bytes all be edible,

Binki

© 1998 Margaret Timms


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