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What of him indeed! The pig for crying out loud, the pig! The in-mails come swarming in begging me to tell a tale of our pork-loined companion. Well here it is, a quick update!
Dunkirt is growing.. and fast. Some might look at his haunches and comment that he is indeed robusto! That's spanish for "lunch." He's slightly larger than the dogs but is easily three times their weight now. He knows his name and loves to run in to things with his snout. I guess butting is a playful thing pigs do. Who knew?
Just the other day The Professional was at the investment property and he was playing with ol' Dunkirt. The Professional would smack Dunkirt on his ass when he wasn't expecting it and take off. Dunkirt would not give up chase until he butted The Professional in the leg. They played this game for a good 15 minutes. It was quite amusing to see Dunkirt purposely turn his back to The Professional and pretend to not be paying attention.. tho he would indeed be looking out the corner of his eye waiting for The Professional to get close enuff to smack his rear. Dunkirt would sometimes turn and snort at him and other times would let him smack him and make chase squealing the whole time. Dunkirt is absolutely hilarious. I suppose what this boils down to is the piggy has learned the game of tag, something that probably took someone like Female Boss an entire childhood to master. If Dunkirt can learn something that I imagine is pretty complex for a pet, the potential for this little bugger is pretty nuts. Indeed, in the future Dunkirt will not disappoint.
Sorry, this post isn't very funny.. not to say that the majority of my posts are anything hilarious but I think its a necessity to catch you guys up on this here pig. He'll eat lightning and crap thunder before you know it. You'll see.
In other news, Female Boss was quite miffed over a photograph she received over in-mail the other day.
"I don't get this gun."
A good ten minutes later, if not more..
"Ohhhh. Its not a gun Northe, its a phone!"
Wow, ma'am. You're a dumb shit.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
What of Dunkirt!?
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One day, someone is going to take her to a gunstore and ring a bell, and she'll blow her fucking head off.
I definitely shortened that encounter but that was the gist of it. She mulled over the photo for quite some time. Constantly questioning it out loud. Its really, really pathetic at this point.
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