Dedicated to our wunnerful
Auntie ConniElfPie.
NOT taken from a chair!
Only taken from a dream.
Note to our Auntie Connie
(PRIVATE: NO, YOU SHUT UP!)
Thank you.
This is Vinny. I'm on my bright red castle.
YumYum is on Runabout, a free range Pig.
Without me. It's not right. I am going to escape.
Bhindi here, the cerebral Socrates of the herd.
I will think of a way to get out. Thinking now.
Oh, I never thought of thinking.
I think I shall eat then. Eat then think.
Eat. Think. Yoga. Escape.
Eat. Think. Yoga. Watch YumYum,
run and popcorn, wild and free.
Why not me? Why not Vinny?
Can you see lil'me on far right and
big *Bhindi in Habitat Central?
Captives in Paradise.
You may need to press on
the pic to enlarge it, we are
such wee little piglets...
Eat. Think. Twiddle Toes Yoga.
How sad & pathetic. Cry...then Twiddle Toes.
Look at feet, one white, one black: I am beautiful.
Don't the bars break your heart?
Such humility should never be confined,
such magnificence withheld from our needy world.
Bhindi: "I'll correct this injustice! Just get a
wee bit closer, YumYum, just get your bum
a wee bit closer..."
Eat. Think. I can't do yoga because my **
are too ** to stretch...they just POP-OUT!
Sharpen teeth. Eat. Think. Sharpen Teeth!
I am too cute to be this lonely.
Ate. Thought. Yoga. Looked at toenails.
Looked at one white foot, one black foot.
Looked sad. No intervention. Alone to
meditate on beauty of me.
While YumYum runs free...
Trust Bhindi to OCCUPY PIG STEET!
C'mon, so close, SO CLOSE....
YumYum, you look concerned, are you?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
Where'd he go? Come back here, Pirate!
YUM-YUM SIGHTING!
SHIP'S AHOY,
I SPY THE PIRATE
WASHING UP
IN HIS CUDDLE CUP AS
MOM PROCLAIMS NAPS4ALL!
And so, dear reader, all three piggies had
their turns running wild as "free-range pigs"
and we even opened lil'Vinny's cage door
which turns into a ramp and covered it with
a cuddle cup insert so he was able to run full-throttle all about then in and out of his cage which pleased him no end because then he realized all that
Socratic philosophizing on the merits of wheatgrass vs. romaine lettuce, carrots, and yellow peppers had done him good after all!
Love you.
Mu-AAHH!
From PandaPig's New Free Range
p.s. mom update, some good days (?) some less so.
not able to take migraine pain meds and feels like
got a bullet in my head and hard to see, read.
little energy, but always welcome thoughts I have
ALL OF YOU DEARS,
will blog and email when able...some days
feel frustrating and defeated; others the
warrior inside dances until I just flop into bed
with renewed determination and ecstatic,
exuberant joy! Most of the time feels
like I have a bullet in my head. And that
makes me CrazyHeadWoman. Please forgive me.
It has changed my personality to have
a bullet in my head. But this, too, shall pass.
And I have all of you. What more could
I possibly ask for? Only more gratitude
to be grateful for the good stuff and
make nothing of the rest...
You complete me.
