Chez Spud

Somewhat alarmingly, HRH Blogger of Note Extranjera keeps goading me to fish out that swishy wig and put it on a pig. “Pig ‘n’ Wig” she calls it, like “Guns ‘n’ Roses”, or “Pick ‘n’ Mix” (Let’s take a collective moment to mourn the passing of Woolworths shall we? UK peeps only….)

Never one to shy away from a challenge I plotted a ‘Pig ‘n’ Wig’ shot for Her Royal Maj before, during a particularly challenging downward dog pose in yoga (read: trying not to fart, or “let go a boomer” as NBF Ali calls it)  I realised that posting pictures of dressed up pigs on the internet would bring the mighty combined forces of animal welfare and Freaks R Us knocking at my door pretty rapidly. But what to do? Her Royal Maj wants a Pig ‘n’ Wig? Then she shall have it. Extranjera SHALL go to the piggy ball(s) (more of which later).

But let’s step back in time shall we? Let’s review our pigs’ lives, their successes and failures, their fame and their fortune before we subject them to ridicule and bacon sandwiches. There are three little piggies, and we own them as part of a ‘co-op’ with a couple of friends. They were born in January 2009 and came to live with us in April; 2 boys and a girl (although were were initially told 2 girls and a boy…doh, you would not BELIEVE how easy it is to sex pigs [no, not like that] more of which later). So here’s one in the very early days, so small, so sweet…they are Norfolk Blacks…got to love those sunshades!

Pigs! Fun for all the family, here’s MrSpud and Diggy giving them a tickle. They look SO small here. In those days, April, I probably could have popped a wig on them no problem..a beard and googly eye specs too I would imagine.

But, look, it’s not just fun for the family! We can ALL get in the pig pen…here’s the ‘wife‘ taking shots with Bloggy Approved Nikon kit, and her daughter looking funky as ever. NB Bertie having to be lifted up, he’s not that keen on the pigs. Or dogs. Or girls.

Oh, here’s the wife again shootin’ pigs again…nice wellies … FOR LONDON! ONLY GREEN WILL DO IN THE COUNTRY…

And, because I don’t think enough people have seen this photo (567 according to Flickr…not that many actually…one of my photos had 22,000 views this week. YUP, 22,000 – crazy! It was on the Yahoo homepage, I think?), here’s the wife about to enter the pig pen. Why is her skirt tucked in her knickers? What does she think is going to happen in there? They’re not ‘those’ kind of pigs you know…

Oh, and as mentioned earlier, pigs are pretty easy to sex. I ‘think’ the one on the right is a boy. Not sure why, just something in the turn of his head…

But before we all get too emotionally involved with the pigs, here’s how it’s going to end up for them later this year…

So back to Extranjera and her ‘pig ‘n’ wig’ request. Well I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, but equally I feared the wrath of the ‘njera’. So I asked the pigs for their view and made a video for evidential purposes. Note how huge and shouty they are these days…I was prepared to accept that ‘no meant no’ on the basis of their speed and pointy, hurty trotters. Plus, they eat people, did you know that? So I wasn’t prepared to push the “pig ‘n’ wig” suggestion too far…

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