Self-service pig

The Baconator is getting more and more maintenance free every day it seems. I normally feed him in his pen but I never bring the dishes back in--so I run out of gladware to give him. Tonight, he climbed the step to the living room and ran to the little bathroom where his food is to make it clear to me that it is time to eat. This necessitated a pig rodeo trying to get his fast little butt out of my carpeted living room--- I do not need pig piss on the only carpet in the house.

In any event, I had nothing left to feed him in, so brought his food in the cup I use to dish it out of the bag. I was going to pour it in the floor for him, but he wanted to eat it right out of the cup! Ignore the Round up in the picture behind him--it is there for size reference.

Since he has finished eating, he has been running up and down the hall making wierd noises. Tonight he has added squealing to his repertoire. He has several different squeals all of a sudden and I have no idea what each one means. I think he wants someone to play with him, but no one is. He climbed over Thor, surely in an attempt to make him mad so he would play, but nothing happened. Simba is eating dinner now, so he is skulking around under her waiting for her to drop dog food---that game is going to get him killed one of these days.