Quick recap for those of you joining this saga late: Godzilla, Boy Pig, age 10, is battling his third skin cancer diagnosis. He just spent ten days in a central Oregon hospital receiving chemotherapy after surgery. We brought him home Sunday.
Based on previous experience with 'Zilla being away from home we knew there might be some tension in his reunion with his life mate, Sophie. She is also 10 and man, can she hold a grudge! You do not step out on this pig. A few days away from home without a better reason than CANCER, apparently and she will freeze your porcine ass out.
Exhibit A: Godzilla is just getting home here and is met at the door by an angry woman. Yeah, we've all been there.
Exhibit B: "Come here right now, young man!!!" (Sniff, sniff) "What is that smell? You have some 'splaining to do and it starts now, Mister."
Exhibit E: Godzilla on the couch. This was the scene Sunday night, Monday night, and still last night. Sophie is starting to allow him to eat near her during the day and I hope she is warming up to getting things back to normal but so far, no dice. It breaks my heart but there are times when we just have to let it play out. These kids have ten good years together. I think they'll make it.
While we are in the barnyard, I am keenly aware that many readers could not be less interested in another idiot babbling on about his stupid pets. If you are still reading this far, however, I thought you might enjoy some pictures of some of our other animals that you don't see much on this blog.
Our cow, Betsy. we adopted her when she was already 17 and found herself having to move from the only home she had ever known.
Buttercup is about twelve. We have had her since she was ten months old. We love her. She barely tolerates us. Some pets are like that. Some people are even like that.
Finally for today, our burro, Happy, who is somewhere in his twenties. Donna took this picture Sunday. Happy seemed to think the camera was food!