Henry is my garden companion. Even when I don’t need his help, he is there. Waiting for me to turn my back, and helping himself to anything left unattended. What am I saying? He’ll eat anything left within his reach, often running to race me. Yes, pigs can run eleven miles per hour. Which is much faster than I can run.
Here comes Henry.
I was working on a short ribs story for my friend Maggie, and it called for carrots, which happen to be growing in the garden.
Aren’t these gorgeous? FINALLY, purple haze carrots that I thought would never grow.
“Sniff, sniff…oink, oink”
“Don’t mind if I do!”
He’s speaks French when he eats; vote for Henri Cochon here as the new face of Fido!
I know, it’s a casting call for dogs. But they didn’t say “no pigs allowed”, and the fact that he’s been moving up so quickly through the rankings means THE PEOPLE want a pig to win. What’s wrong with a little bit of piggy competition? Just say’n.
“Okay Henry, only this one, but no more…okay Henry? Did you hear me Henry?”
Angry eyes and back talk.
Really, he is charming and good-natured most of the time.
Please vote for him everyday till November 17. Henry says, “merci”.
And the short ribs came out melt-in-your-mouth delicious!