Hey there friends. *wags* Lucy, Ace Reporter with a special news report on this great Monday. We have a new little piglet cousin. I’ve decided to tell you the story of her adoption and new home with the aid of pictures that our Auntie Jen sent to us. (As an Ace Reporter it’s always important to give credits as needed.)
The idea of getting Sir Mortimer, aka Morty, a companion pig had been in Auntie Jen’s head for several years, with many people supporting it. The last one was Morty’s ferrier who told her that she would see a big change in his attitude – for the better – if he had a companion. The hold-up was Uncle Bill.
Over the 4th of July weekend they went to visit a cousin whose pig had just had a litter. One of the little piglets kept coming to the fence to see Uncle Bill. She wouldn’t stop staring at him. She had never been in close contact with a human, but she really, really liked Uncle Bill. He finally got to hold her, and, well…

…she loved him holding her while he fell in love with her.
First up after arriving in her new home was a “get the layers of dirt off the piglet” bath.


Then it was dry and hold time.

That’s my BFF Ella in the background wondering if there are any more little piglets coming in the house. And even though first contact seemed favorable, for now, Sophie Mae has to stay separated from Morty so he doesn’t hurt her, or worse.

Please excuse me, I seemed to lose my objective reporter stance there for a moment…
Sophie May is a mix of potbelly and Juliana breeds, and is expected to be a “smallish” pig when she grows up. She has her own inside pen and her own outside house, from where she can safely watch Ella and Achilles running around, and get to know Morty while in a safe place.

For now, Sophie Mae’s enjoying all the love she’s getting from her new parents.

Lucy, Ace Reporter, signing off with thanks to Miss Sandee at Comedy Plus for hosting Awww Monday!





















































































































You promise to stop bugging me if I what?! Well, OK, maybe just one quick kiss.
That was a mistake, ’cause then what I think I overheard Achilles say to my Daddy was, “Mr. Jeff, can I marry your daughter, the little one, the pretty one?” “















