Or a hobby.
Or winter to get here so Pig hibernates.
Yesterday morning I wandered outside with a camera, a scale and the crow/Pig scraps.
I stood on the giant rock in the yard, well out of Pig's reach, and placed the scale where I thought she would stand.
Pig spotted the bowl and stepped right onto the scale.
(The crows also spotted the bowl and were screaming obscenities from the treetops.)
That went a little easier than I expected!
11 pounds, 2 ounces..roughly.
Average groundhog weight is between 7 and 11 pounds, so sayeth The Google.
|She started reaching for my toes...|
|So I tossed her a leftover tortilla.|
|"WHAT!? 11 pounds?!"|
|"I hate dieting."|
On a scale.
Shouldn't there be some kind of award or prize for this?
This led to me violently cleaning my scale (no offense, Pig, but you are a Wild Thing).
Michael wandered in and asked what I was doing.
"Cleaning the scale..Pig was on it."
He eyeballed me and left the room, muttering something about "crazy"....
If Pig doesn't hibernate soon, God knows what will be next.