TonTon was standing outside watching Tima the Bad be Bad and he was shivering. Poor old Ton very seldom shivers and in fact prefers to be outside but he was shaking all over in the cold.

So I called him in and put Boo’s coat on him. Immediately he hunched then sat with a thump straight down onto the floor. He refused to look at me and refused to move. It was as though he had been tied to a brick and been dragged to the ground.

I sat with the camera and said Look at me Ton. He ignored me, hunched on the floor, totally miserable. Look at me, I said and he quickly shot me a bale ful look – deliberately out of focus. To me, then back to the window. Fast. 
I hate this coat. he said. It smells. Made of lead. I cannot work under these conditions. Look at that! No-one is guarding Tima the Bad. No-one with a brain anyway. That pig will get away with everything with Boo in charge. He has no idea.

Alright, I said and opened the door. Ton raised his bottom from the floor as though it weighed a ton and stumbled across the sill to the veranda where he collapsed to the floor again and refused to move any further. For him the coat was a straight jacket – a punishment – an awful thing. So he sat in deepest gloom , refusing all commands, until I gave in and took the damn thing off.
Freed, he ran off like a shot. The coat still hovering in the air above him he darted from under it. Not even a thank you. I laughed and hung the coat back on it’s hook.

The four middle sized pigs are still on form – getting fat and happy.
The Littlies are also dealing with the cold very well now though they still have the heat lamp over their midnight snack bowl at the entrance to their hut.
Aunty Del waits to be milked. Her production is just above one and a half gallons now. It is due to warm up a bit this week so I will dry them up and reshuffle the other cows to absorb two dairy cows into a herd of pregnant ones. With another small herd of beef animals. Even though Aunty is not pregnant she has to be on the lean pregnant girl diet. We don’t want her getting fat.
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
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65 responses to “Bale-ful Looks”
Oh I’m sad to hear that Boo is limping. And if I saw my darling TonTon shivering I’d get out the parka too (that’s what I had for my Sammy who also stood stock still with his red parka on).
His eyes just melt my heart. Gorgeous boy.
As Ton is getting older and darling Boo will be unable to fulfil all his former tasks will you be quietly looking around for a pup to join them and be trained . . . after your travels and when spring has spring? You had three before when old Cooder was still alive. . .
I think three dogs is too many for me to manage. We will toddle on with the two I have for a while yet I think.
Sometimes we anthropomorphise and sometimes dog brains are just transparent 😂
Maybe Ton would prefer a fleece sweater?- lighter but sheds water and blocks wind
What expressions
Aaaaaand the Oscar for Best Actor in a Canine Tragedy goes to… Oi! TonTon is master of yet another skill set! 😉 Not that I should be the slightest bit surprised, of course. Great fella that he is. ❤
K
Oh, poor Ton. I recognize that look. It’s canine embarrassment!! All the piggies look good.
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Oh the look on Ton Ton’s face is classic! I bet he ran like mad when devoid of the jacket 😃