4:05 am Farm Report Its Sunday on farm. She loves this. I say, Hey Charlotte. Wheres my little pig? If the sun is shining, shell come out for me. I know she will. She shakes off her straw blanket, steps over Hermoine, and comes to me. I bend down low and blow into her nose. She gives a little grunt, then turns sideways and rests against my leg. Its belly rub time. I always start the belly rub session by scratching her back. She likes it almost as well. I love it. With both hands, I rub and scratch her back as hard as I can. While my hands run the length of her, she moves side to side, grunting and sometimes squealing with delight. I have to be careful. She is not a little pig. But she thinks she is. I try to keep my knees away from her body while she does this. Theres no sense rushing the knee replacement surgery I will eventually need. Charlotte loves this. She could have her back rubbed for hours. But I know shes waiting for the moment I slide my hand down her side. She stops moving. She lets out a long, soft squeal. Her knees quiver, her whole body begins to shake. I get ready to hop back a step or two. I know whats coming. With very little grace, she flops down on her side and raises her head. Rub my belly! And I do. This way and that my hands glide all over her very large tummy. Charlotte is beside herself. She presses her head down into the ground and tries to roll up onto her back allowing for full tummy exposure. She would let me do this for hours. When she was very small and sick, her skin was quite sensitive. It seemed it hurt her when I touched her. I would take a warm cloth and lay it on her stomach, thinking it might help her feel better. Sitting beside her, I would lightly touch her face and talk to her. She liked the warmth on her stomach. As she became stronger and healthier, I found she liked to have her tummy rubbed. Anything for Charlotte. But rubbing Charlottes tummy takes time. It cant be rushed. Theres a lot of tummy area on that pig. She becomes very disappointed and a tad depressed if I hurry up our time together. Now that I work off the farm more than ever, I have moved our ritual to Sunday. Sunday, whenever the sun is shining, I bring a little treat and call out, Hey Charlotte! Wheres my little pig? Its tummy time. Todays treat is pumpkin pie. I saved a piece just for her. Anything for that pig.... Its Sunday on the farm. Im off to the barn. Ill be back later.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 10:59:55 +0000
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