My miniature sidekick (Emmy) and I went to the kitchen to gather water and food for the piggles. Suddenly Emmy hollers "PIG!!!" Oma, in all her widsom, says "I know, Emmy, we are getting the pigs' food." Emmy yells loudly "NO, OMA!!! PIG!!!" and stomps her itty bitty foot. I still don't turn from the sink. Omas know everything, right? HA! HAHA! Nooooo... Emmy
hollers "RO-RO IS AT DO...OR!!!" Now THAT gets my attention. All 180-ish pounds of Rosie is at the blasted kitchen door.
So the water jug is filled and as I gather the food, I unlock the door.
Because Oma still knows what's best, right? Noooooo..... We are trying to get out. And Rosie is trying to get in. Twenty-six pound Emmy is holding the door shut. And Fatso-Rosie is shoving the door to get in. Talk about a
battle of wills? It was crazy! I'm laughing as I type this, it was so
bizarre. Emmy, well, "her force is strong" I tell you. She held Darth-Rosie off and kept her out of the house as we exited the Mother Ship, steadily yelling "RO-RO! NO! GIT! DOWN! NOW!" And bless it. Rosie did what Emmy told
her to. We took the food to the back yard, opened the gate, Rosie followed us in and we fed Rosie, Bean and the Cat-with-no-Name with no further incident. Yep, Young Jedi-Emmy, the Force is definitely strong in this one.
She's a born pig-wrangler
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