He made it very plain from the git-go that he was proud of being a Queen. He also had no tolerance for my opinion of what the problem was with my plumbing. He insisted on being shown how to get under the house immediately. I tried to warn him/her that there might be a problem. It was clear he/she did not think I had a brain. So I led "the plumber" to the opening which was very small and "her" fanny was not going to fit. The plumber insisted I was not to worry he would manage.
After disregarding my warning I shut my mouth and just watched. He got stuck. I had forgotten Hamlet was in the yard. He heard screaming and came running around the corner of the house. My pot bellied pig Hamlet fell in love when he saw that big pink fanny just sitting there.
Hamlet had been ousted to the backyard until after his appointment with the vet because he wanted to love everything and everybody in the house. He squealed with pure delight and headed straight to claim his bride. He was squealing, the plumber was yelling under the house as Hamlet kept stomping all over his legs with his hooves. Hamlet only weighed 10 pounds so could not reach his trapped bounty. Hamlet was stomping all over his own little cork screw and squealing even louder.
I was on the back deck, laughing my head off. Just as Hamlet had tugged on those pink jeans just enough to show a butt crack.. I rescued the plumber. He/She huffed and puffed her way all the back to her pink truck and drove away. The landlord sent a very skinny plumber to fix my problem. He also made me promise to post signs about my attack pig.
