Mini-pigs

A friend of ours was over himself with excitement when he gave the "kids" this new pet.  Husband is disappointed that it is not a pet that he can eat. (Pig Pig met a untimely end). Kids have yet to look after this new pet.

this new pet was called Daisy, until we realised that She was a He. Kids call it Woody, Husband calls it MiniPig.  Its funny, and catching.

Whatever the issues with his husbandry, he is quite endearing.

The cat, and the dogs in fact, are not convinced that he is NOT in fact a piebald rat, spend quite some time studying it intently every day.  MiniPig, I think, after initial heart palpitations, completely ignores their attentions.

That being said, he is quite fond of his little log home.

The boy child poking MiniPig in the bum, so I could take a photo of his little face peering out of his little hollow log. I can't explain the boy's facial expression, it honestly wasn't that big a deal!

Speaking of bums, who knew one small critter could produce so much, umm, manure?!  Or eat so much grass? or such a huge carrot in one sitting?  I had fears for the state of the strip grazed lawn (I move the cage to a fresh patch each day) but with the amount of droppings left in each site, I would say that the lawn will regenerate nicely, thank you very much.

He also likes watermelon, which is a good thing, as the kids apparently have gone off watermelon, just after I sliced up a whole half of one.

I am quietly pleased that this is an inedible pet, although the cat is always, optimistic.