He is the builder and I am the painter. Since I got some extra time Tuesday, I decided to take advantage of the weather to paint the pig house. Since we had a tough time getting the boy and girls separated, I left the two girls in the pasture while I was trying to paint. I painted the top of the house figuring that by the time I got to where they could touch the wet paint, they would have lost interest in what I was doing and go off to root and graze. Wrong... the game began.
Every time Natasha would come over, I would try to chase her away, yelling "Shoo! Shoo!". She would prance off with her tail going behind her like a propeller, only to circle back around and tag the wet paint with her snout. Rocky took notice of this terrific game and decided that she needed to play too, only her participation involved adding butt prints in the wet paint.
I finally gave up with almost as much paint on the pigs as there was on the pig house. Despite their best effort, pigs are terrible painting assistants, but they have forever left their mark on their house.