So, the furchildren (Riley, left, and Auggie) and I decided to take advantage of the nice spring weather and visit Mommy's friends Karen and Matt and their menagerie. They have two cats, two dogs, a hedgehog and an unknown number of roommates. The boys may get to stay with them while I go on vacay for a week in August.
So meeting the dogs went as expected: there was some posturing by both sides and a little alpha dog growling back and forth and a lot of bum sniffing, but it wasn't long before all four dogs became fast friends running around in the large grassy but muddy backyard. Riley even took a breather in the firepit, now an icy mud bog, by lying completely in the puddle to cool off. Typical. He's not known for being a genius. But he's cute and I luv him.
So, what was I talking about...
Oh, so Bacon!
I neglected to mention the rest of Karen and Matt's menagerie. They have a potbellied pig named Bacon. Yes, Bacon. And Bacon loves...bacon. Any pork product for matter. Whenever someone is making a pork product in the kitchen, here comes the pig to beg for a snack. I had already made the acquaintance of Bacon the day before, and have heard many stories of Bacon and his dog cousins running around and playing in the backyard.
This was going to be quite the opportunity for my boys to meet an animal they've never seen before. They brought the pig outside, and immediately Auggie and Riley swarmed around him, sniffing him out and taking in the sight of this strange creature with bristly hair, short legs, and a big tummy.
Now all the attention Bacon was receiving was just a bit much for him. He started to walk away, to get away from these dogs that wouldn't leave him alone. Meanwhile, the humans were attempting to get their respective dogs away from Bacon so he could have a moment to himself. But before we could wrangle our canines, Bacon started running. Fast. And the dogs ran right with him. There were some times that Bacon was outrunning them. At one point, Bacon's fur cousins were going after Auggie and Riley, to get them away from Bacon. Riley backed off, but Auggie kept right up with that pig.
Auggie has a fondness for chewing on a pig ear or two. And that's what it looked like he was doing - he kept trying to grab the ears of the pig, who was running at full bore around the yard. They made at least two circles around the yard before we were able to get everyone under control. Bacon was running too fast for us to keep up. After it was over, us humans had to sit down for a few minutes to catch our collective breaths and admire the mud we had accumulated all over each other after running around after those animals.
I only wish I had a camera to take photos of the event, but I have a suspicion that I wouldn't have been able to take any photos, run after the dogs, steer clear of doggie and piggy poop mines, breathe, or yell at the dogs to stop.
We departed soon after that, and when we got home, the dogs collapsed on the floor and slept most of the day away.
And Bacon, despite the rather distressing episode, was fine and spent the afternoon snorting away in his special room in the house, sunbathing beneath the large picture window.