Piglet in a Blanket

I watched the as they got out of their car and proceeded to the passenger side.  They opened the door and pulled out a cat carrier.  I headed to the door to tell them that the small animal veterinary hospital was down the road but when I opened the door I could hear little oinks coming from the carrier.  That's right, we had an appointment with a baby pot bellied piglet.  The owner placed the carrier on the counter and that's when us office girls went into full fledged baby talk mode.  The owner was leaving him with us for his morning appointment and we were more then happy to piggy sit him until they returned. 

And this little piggy went to the veterinarian's office...

This was the first pot bellied piglet any of us office girls had seen so we immediately wanted him out to cuddle with.  We set the carrier on the floor and opened the door.  As we did this the veterinarian walked by and said I wouldn't do that.  Do what?  Leave this cute, innocent, harmless, cantaloupe sized piglet in that horribly confining box?  We tilted the carrier and he gently slid out the door.  He sniffed around shyly and let us touch his little snout a million times and squeal little "awes" and "he's so cute"'s a million times to him.  None of us girls, I think, knew if the phones were ringing or if customers were out front...all we knew was that there was a little bundle of cuteness roaming around the office. 
But the fun had to end.  The doctor was ready for the appointment and he said "Okay, now catch him".  There was a peculiar tone of challenge in his voice.  One of us went to scoop him up and that's when the record scratched, nails drug across the chalk board and the alarm clock started screeching all at once.  That little bugger was squealing at a decibel so loud that it made us abandon any idea of picking him up and sent us into a retreat covering our ears. Our withdrawal brought his protesting to a halt and he became quiet and cute again. With our ears ringing, we tried again but the same thing happened.  At this point, the veterinarian went in to his office and shut the door. 
When the doctor left I think the little sucker realized the game had been kicked up a notch.  Not only did he start to squeal but he took off running and... peeing.  He was darting around the office like a pin ball on speed.  The three of us couldn't touch him.  Then one of us came up with the idea to throw a towel over him.  We found a towel and tossed it over the little guy and then...we had a running, squealing, peeing purple towel bumping into things.  This was it.  This game was in overtime and we needed to score.  We went in for the dive.  We snatched that little purple, peeing, squealing, towel got him into a cuddle hold and then...he settled right down.  We uncovered his face and held the swaddled baby piglet-in-a-blanket as he softly oinked to us and melted our hearts.  All was forgiven.  We passed him off to the doctor who had an I-told-you-so look on his face but we didn't feel conquered as we cleaned up the little puddles on the floor. We were still melting from those soft little oinks.

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