BACK TO GOOD

The saga of Piggy continues. Over the last week, the Pig's immune system has decided to listen to reason (or at least to the cocktail of medications continuously crammed down her throat), and has her well on the road to a full recovery. She is no longer being force-fed, and is now living up to her name, as she expects my (our) home to be a perpetual all-you-can-eat buffet. A few weeks ago, she had no interest in what would normally be considered her favourite treats -which is what alerted me to her illness. Now, I can't even step foot into the kitchen without her hot on my heels, expecting to cash-in on whatever it is that I went in for. She is blatantly disappointed when I only go in to retrieve a spoon -or a Lysol wipe. I can't even open the fridge without her literally trying to get inside. What can I say? She's back, baby. She is playing with her toys, accompanying me to the washroom, and initiating her nightly snuggle routine again. Her friends, Jeebus LasVegas, Spanky, and Hee Haw are excited to have their playmate back. We are all forever grateful to the folks at The East London Animal Hospital and the Emergency Vet Clinic for everything they did to help bring Piggy back to good!