when pigs go on walkabout

this was how i was envisioning this tuesday morning to start off. lounging like. but yet, like every day off on the farm, there somehow seems to be a minor catastrophe before anyone has managed to have their morning cuppa or even changed out of their pajamas.

rose and vangogh must have been spooked by last night's fireworks and decided in the wee hours to go on walkabout. they conspired to go across the farm to elizabeth's and created a healthy amount of havoc for us all by doing so.

i went to fetch them as soon as i realized where they had gone and the two followed me home like sheepish little dogs, trotting behind me all the way.

now it is 8h39 and i will sip my cuppa. eat some of my aunt molly's bread with some jam and try to get back into the lounging routine i had hoped for.

(by the way, this is junior. he is a superb pig if it isn't obvious from the way i am trying to nap on him)