Having enjoyed the privilege of begging for scraps at the table throughout Being Kind To Pigs Month, as of today I'm back to the indignity of the usual way of doing things.
Feeling a little guilty about possibly losing The Queen's pig, I decided to stop home unannounced to have a quiet, relaxing evening with my bestie... and she's not here.
I walked by the old whipping post today, and stopped for a few minutes to reminisce about all the good times I had beating the shit out of that lazy pig Lockcock.
