Despite knowing better, I always give Cocco a treat when he goes to the bathroom outside. With mini pigs, this isn’t a good idea since they are very smart and try to manipulate you.
For example, I let Cocco out into his barnhouse and he assumes his position in his special potty spot and stands there for a few seconds. He snorts like he usually does after he goes, looks at me through the spyhole and then comes over expecting a treat. Fooled you, Mamma, he thinks. He only sometimes fools me though.
Anyway, since I do give Cocco a treat when he goes potty like a good boy, I leave a jar of Cocco-only animal crackers on a stroller in the garage. When he goes, I dig in, grab one and reward the happy snorter.
Yesterday, as I was watching Cocco to see if he’d go potty, I heard some scrambling. I couldn’t quite figure out where it was coming from and then it dawned on me. Sometimes I will leave some pieces of animal cracker on the ground near the barnhouse and the next time I take Cocco out they are gone. I had a feeling we had a little friend nearby that would scoop them up when we go back inside. Turns out I was right.
I must have left the jar of animal crackers off because there was our friend (newly named Nibbles by our excited four year old) right there in the jar.
We didn’t see him again the rest of the day but I hope we do see him again soon. You all know by now how much I love animals. All animals. Nibbles seemed like a cute little guy and I was actually excited that he might be able to feed his family with some of those crackers. Now Cocco has his own separate stash, sealed up. While I don’t mind sharing with Nibbles and family, I don’t really want to stick my hand in a jar to feed Cocco an animal cracker that may contain other . . . pieces.
The funniest part of all of this is the joke I played on Stefano. I texted him the picture and said “meet our new friend,” letting him think I actually got us a pet mouse (not at all unrealistic). What he wrote back was this: “Is it a mouse? At least it is not another screaming pig.”
Poor Cocco. When it comes to preferring a squeaky field mouse as a pet over a squealing mini pig, it shows how much standards can change!
~ Katie the Mamma that is now “accidentally” leaving cheese crumbles in the garage
PS. For you new readers, when I take Cocco in jest, please know that I still love him and am simply joking. When Stefano takes him in jest, it’s not always just a joke