[mini'smama]

[FONT=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif]I have a 3 1/2 yr. old TSW abby sow named PeeWhee. (so named for a targeted act of urination at the tender age of 4wks.)

Anyhow, PeeWhee loves to play. Play, play, play. Play all day. (what don't us stupid humans seem to understand?) Food and water come second to play, in PeeWhee's book. Recently, there were two consecutive days when my husband told PeeWhee that he would let her play...later. On both days, however, he failed to keep his word. On day three, he let PeeWhee out to play on the rug. She ran around for a few minutes and then began pawing at his leg and nudging his foot trying to get his attention. Sucker that he is, my husband lifted PeeWhee up and let her snuggle on his shoulder.

Guess what PeeWhee did a moment later?

This morning I went down to the spare bathroom to get ready for work. Husband was sleeping in because he had the day off. After getting dressed, I started toward the kitchen to make my lunch. I had only made it halfway across the livingroom when I saw PeeWhee trot out from behind my recliner and head for the litterhouse. (my first thought was that she had somehow figured out how to climb out of her cage which was a good 3 ft. off of the floor) Then, another thought occured to me.

I went to the master bdrm. and shook husband awake. "Did you put PeeWhee out last night?"

"Yes, " he mumbled.

"Well, ...you FORGOT to put her back!!"

No wonder PeeWhee was so happy. [/FONT]