Well,

It has been a month since Hank and I moved to the barn and he has had MANY adventures. The computer access is very limited which is why I have not posted much. I feel a bit like Zsa Zsa Gabor in Greenacres which makes Hank Wilbur the pig. Hank has discovered the joy of barn cats and rolling in cow manure. And yesterday I caught Hank also enjoying something else - the neighbors dog! My sweet, innocent Hanky was trying to hump the neighbors dog. She is a year old and in heat and apparently so was Hank. Thank GOD he was fixed or those would be ugly babies - Bernese Mountain Dog, German Shepard and Husky. Well, needless to say - once I caught Hank I yelled, told him to get off of her - "Stop trying to mount Shasta!" And he did what every teenage boy would do - waited until I wasn't looking and then tried again! So that was it - Hank got marched inside and I locked Shasta in the other barn. She gets fixed on November 14th and until then no Hanky Panky for Shasta and Hanky. He is under stict supervision by me. And I cannot even look at him the same - my sweet little boy is all grwn up and I don't like it!