If I can't find Joe, I'll use to take some cucumber and play hide and seek with his buddy Bob. When I hear that irritated wheeking I give myself Bingo. And Bob is so happy everytime he finds that grumpy little munchkin!
Joe when he was a baby. Today he has a hay-wagon that jumps into
(and yes, they do get hay on the floor too. If they want to cuddle/play. I bought hayracks 'cos I wanted them to have both "play hay" and fresh hay to eat. I'm amazed that Joe is such a fit and small little dude,' cos he's busy!)
We got the "big guys" a haybarn a couple of weeks ago. Joe had a hayday every day of the wheeek-week... We literally had to chase him out to change the hay in the barn. Sadly for Joe, the barn wasn't made for piggy-pee so it was binned after a week. Joe was looking like... oh my god. He was not a white piggy anymore.
And do I even need to mention the action in that barn between Joe and Bob? They had the time of their life in there.
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