Miss Pamela ..... is really Miss Piggy.

Hello All,

Miss Pamela and Roni are settling in and seem to really be enjoying their new home. Miss Pamela is the spitting image of Miss Piggy, in both personality and looks. She loves men. 

Last weekend I asked Hank to repair a place in the fence where Leo (our city dog who visits on the weekends and gets into lots of trouble:() has been getting in and chasing the piggy girls. Yes, Leo loves to get inside the fence and chase Pamela and Roni and make them squeal.  Denying the whole time that it was Leo doing the bad deed and trying hard to convince me that it was my sweet, droopy brown eyed, big floppy eared Bagel (Basset and Beagle mix): Guinness, instead ........as he headed out with the  tools to make the repairs. I simply explained to my loving husband; "are you suggesting I should believe what you are saying or what I saw with my own eyes?"  Without another word, he decided to table the conversation and fix the fence.

Miss Piggy, I mean, Miss Pamela comes up to Hank and starts a conversation. Well, the only time she talks with me is when she is complaining about the amount of feed I am giving her and Roni. I really do believe the girls should eat more greens but they seem to like that processed fast food instead; kinda reminds me of my sweet sons who pull through What-a-Burger on a daily basis. 

She speaks to Hank in the softest, sweetest, voice and then starts batting those big blue eyes underneath the long white eyelashes. He said she talked to him the whole time he was working on the fence.  I have noticed she has a lot of different voice patterns and volumes. She can really hit those high notes like the night Leann and I were trying to unload her and Roni from the horse trailer but when she is talking with menfolk she has a deep, sexy, sultry, voice like the fabulous, actress, Kathleen Turner.

Thinking she just had a crush on Hank, I figured no worries. I mean after being married for over 20 years should I really worry about competition .....especially a a big, blued eyed, Pot Belly Pig with soft ears and a seductive voice? 

I soon noticed she acts different around every man. Age matters not to her. My friend came over to weld the fence and move a gate one weekend. Again, she turned on the charm. She was right in the middle of everything, talking and cooing in a deep, velvety voice. I was getting embarrassed thinking of what she was saying in pig Latin. 

Another time a sweet young man whose mom is boarding a handsome Tennessee Walker named Oliver with us was checking out our petting zoo with his little sister and family friends. They were having a great time looking at all the critters. Well, a zoo it is for sure, with precocious pigs, grumpy and frisky goats, a rooster who thinks he is Fabio with his hens and a prized heavy weight boxer with me, hens who are sweet and nurturing to their unborn chicks and, oh yeah, and the naughty donkey girls who chase everything and everyone including each other and can kick up their heels higher the Texas Killgore Rockettes.

Sure enough, Miss Pamela waddled right over and introduced herself to the young man. She soon started battling those big blue eyes and began the conversation in her sweet, sultry voice.  Miss Roni, the shy one stays to herself and only comes out from behind the big, old, shady oak tree to eat. 

So I have decided to keep a close eye on my little lady and make sure she stays out of trouble. But, that can definitely be a full time job. Anyone know where I can find Kermit the Frog to give me a hand?

Angie and Miss "Piggy" Pamela

Introducing Miss Pamela and Roni

Hello All,

In the middle getting ready for our Open House April 24 and 25 I felt that familiar feeling in depths of heart when I heard of the four Pot Belly Piggy girls who needed a home. 

My dear friend, Cheryl and I went to pick them up and boy were we in for a surprise. The idea that these pigs are Mini pigs is a misnomer... These girls were HUMONGOUS.....OK, so, I decided to not overwhelm my pocketbook (my mind raced in thoughts of their feed bill) and wasn't sure the horse trailer would hold all of them so we came home with two. 

Miss Pamela, previously known as SPAM, is an Imperial White with blue eyes. She has white eye lashes and appears to be the most congenial of the two. She has the cutest ears and a straight tail. Funny, I remember Grandmama singing a song to me when I was a little girl about Betsy a piggy, who had a curly tail that must have curled it up at nite....and all her little piggies's too, had curly tails like Betsy's do.....still can hear that song like it was yesterday.

But, this in not Betsy and her piggies. 'Cause these pigs are straight tailed pigs with big bellies and ear piercing  squeals.

Our black piggy girl is Roni, yes,she was Pepperoni. Roni is shy. But, as you can tell by her face she really is a sweetheart. Once we loaded the girls in the back of our two stall horse trailer; which only took a few hours of sweating and creating new words that I am sure will never see the printed pages of Webster's dictionary, we headed home to  Kaufman County, a good two hour drive. 

I called my good friend, Leann, who by now is quite use to my little eccentric personality quirks. Being a good friend  she came down to help me unload the new critters into the barn yard by the Llama Casa which houses the goats and chickens. It was almost 10:00 pm and dark and I was down to the the last bit of energy in me o' Irish bones. Expecting the worst, I said OK we'll have lift them out  of the trailer.  She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I said well we had to tie a lead rope around their waist and lift them into the trailer to load them.

Well, with that she opened the trailer door and made a strange sound that I was sure meant she was never gonna speak to me again and the squeaking began. Within, two minutes both of the girls had hopped off the trailer and headed into the fence and Leann said; there, we're done.

The next morning when I saw them in the day light  I felt sure I was having an April Fool's joke day and the way they looked at me I knew they felt the same. But, we are slowly becoming friends. You could say we are growing on each other.

The girls are a real hit at the ranch. On their first day, I let the three Amigos, Lakota, Cinnamon River and Curly J out to go graze in the back pasture. They went flying by and each one stopped on a dime like they were the best trained reining horses. Their ears were perked up and their eyes as big has watermelons in the bright Texas summer sun. They snorted a lot and then on the same cue made sidepasses that I only wish I could do while sitting in my saddle. Their movements looked like a synchronized drill team. Then the girls started squealing and I must say, honestly, those boys have nice movements when they gallop.  The three Amigos now walk out of the way to get around the piggy yard. Wonder if they think the piggy girls are gonna eat them?

Well, it's been a week now and the goats have finally decided the girls are not going to eat their food and I have found the right spot to rub on Miss Pamela's big jowls to get her to roll over on her back for a good belly rub. So, I think we are all gonna to be good friends. Oh, and Leann, says her sister is looking for someone to take a few Turkeys off her hands. 

All our best,

Angie the Curly ones and the piggy girls with straight tails. 

Andrew's 24th Birthday

On April 13, 1986, I was blessed with a handsome, healthy, happy baby boy, Andrew Garrison Gaines. In keeping with our tradition of celebrating our Easter Bunny boy we had a great dinner and of course the Bunny Cake. Andrew and his two brothers have truly made my life wonderful.