Friday, The Mister and I knew The Colonel Hoof-Hearted did not feel well. He yelped when we tried to pick him up – which caused my heart to fall out every time. He even hid under our Christmas tree after I tried to get him in the bed. (We’re taking the tree down this week, let’s just focus on The Colonel right now.) His lil’ tail wasn’t curled and he was lethargic. This was him.
Most pitiful pig evah
We listed his symptoms and The Mister took him to vet first thing Saturday morning. I couldn’t go as I was on my way to Upton, KY (it really exists) to see a girlfriend of mine and her little boy for the day. The Mister texted me less than fifteen minutes into seeing the vet that The Colonel had bulging disks and basically threw his back out.
We’re not sure how it happened and they said it “just does sometimes.” He’s on three bottles of meds that we have to hide in legit pepperoni because he’ll spit them out if they’re in Pupperonis. Saturday he still felt poor but it vastly different on Sunday. We’re to keep him from jumping on and off furniture which seems to be all he wants to do now that he can. Wish us luck.
Read Full Post »
I recently realized I haven’t provided you good people with any updates on the life of The Colonel Hoof-Hearted or “Pig.” He’s good. The vet even recently verified this information.
He’s the happiest pig to ever be at the vet.
He’s still showing off his privates.
He and his girlfriend, Hippo, are madly in love.
This means he licks her and uses her body as a headrest. He had a hard time pulling her up on the couch or bed with him as she’s on the bigger side. So, cheated on her for a little bit with the Ove Glove.
He finally came up with a system of how to get Hippo onto the couch and I needed the Ove Glove back. So, that was a short romance.
He’s been chillin’ at Lowes.
He watched the fireworks last week.
He’s sitting in the back of The Mister’s truck.
He loves being a man-bear-pug.
And we love him.
Read Full Post »
Posted in Diet/work out, tagged girdle, Miss Piggy, Muppet, pig, pug, sports bra, The Colonel, Travel, work out clothes, working out on June 6, 2011 |
4 Comments »
As you know, I call The Colonel Hoof-Hearted a couple things. Man-Bear-Pug and Pig are the most common nicknames. He answers to all of them because not only is he adorable, he is smart. I love him for many reasons. Here are two:
1. He gets me.
2. He is lazy. This may correlate with number one.
Now, after Friday, you know I’m trying to get my butt in gear and become healthier. It was difficult. First, I was on the road last week. Here are random road thoughts: Can the people below hear me jumping around? I’d hate me if they can. Why is the workout room a glass box in the lobby? I don’t want people watching me. Wait. Can those people see me watching them? Yes. Yes they can indeed. Hmmmmm. Gross. (You can expect a travel post later.) Second, we had stuff to do this weekend. I needed to do domestic stuff (cleaning, errands) that don’t happen much when I’m gone. Plus, we had Momma’s birthday and a wedding. However, I stayed commited and worked out. This was Pig and I.
Image found via pinterest
I think the boobs being little v’s is funny.
Speaking of boobs… I’m pretty sure they should make sport underwear not just sport bras. (Yes, you just read that. I’m sharing and you’re listening. Leave a comment.) I often wonder, while jumping around like an idiot while watching impossibly coordinated ladies on a DVD, if it is bad for my skin. I’m not tight and toned or else I’d be teaching the workout. Therefore, I worry if a full on compression outfit is needed. I’ve seen those sweat belts. Maybe they are used as a workout girdle.
I have always been a fan of Miss Piggy. She wore a bathing suit when working out.
Taking advice from a Muppet sounds like a good idea.
Read Full Post »