4th of July consisted of good friends, good food, games, 4 dogs and a pig!  This is now my 3rd friend that has a pig for a pet.  Is this a Los Angeles thing?  Or is everyone in your town getting pigs for pets too?  Now, it doesn’t count if you are on a farm in Iowa.  It only counts if you cuddle with your pig on the sofa.

It’s hard for us to get ourselves organized and out of the house lately, but we did make it in time for some games, beer and pool time before dinner came and the fireworks began.  I of course had to keep running off to feed Max since I’m not the type to just whip it out in front of everyone.  Yes, my boob is what I’m talking about here.

I was on the sofa feeding Max and the pig would wander through “oink, oink, oink” with his nose to the ground. I’d lift my feet up every time he went by since I didn’t feel like having wet pig slobber on my toes and ankles.  I wondered, Can he jump up on to the sofa with those short little legs and big belly? YES.  YES, he can.  And he DID.

Joe walked in with the video camera just moments before it happened and the country music playing is so fitting.  The video is dark, so it’s hard to see the BLACK pig jump up on the BLACK sofa, but you can tell by our reactions when it happens.  Joe says, “Here piggie piggie”, because that is the universal call to get a pig down off a sofa.