Tiny Pigs!

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What do I write about next? My story earlier in the week about Roddy Piper was touching, from the heart. Got so many messages from readers who said that it made them cry, took them back to their childhood. I think I want to make my readers smile this time around. But how? What do I write about? Is it time to tell them about the huge wrestling event I have coming to South Florida in the Fall? Not yet.

So much going on in the world; they claim to have found MH370. Is it really MH370 or is this a conspiracy to bring closure or hide what really happened? Who knows... The Republican Presidential Debate is on Fox News tonight. Can't wait to see what antics the guy at the center stage has in store for us. I won't ever endorse a candidate, can't do it. Another police officer shot; I can't bear to hear that, knowing that when the proverbial poop hits the fan, we all need the police. Movie theaters seem to be a dangerous place and that's terrible because I think going to the movies is one of my favorite things to do. This all needs to stop. The Yankees seem to somehow be on top of Major League Baseball yet again, but can their pitching rotation keep them there? Pitcher Jose Fernandez, also known as "The Defector," returned after having Tommy John surgery and is pitching at such a high level; could Tommy John surgery actually have made the Marlins' ace a better pitcher? Unimaginable. They are building a train station, with a high-speed train, that will travel from Miami to Orlando. That's pretty cool! Mass transit from the 305 to Mickey's house. Romero Britto has endorsed Jeb Bush. I saw that on his social media feed. I don't need to write a blog about that kinda stuff. That's not why I write these posts. Those are the things that everybody else is writing about, but I'm not everybody else. I've never been a cookie-cutter kinda guy. I love to eat cookies, though. Mint Milanos, Oreos. Don't get me started! Hard for me to keep on track as it is... squirrel!

Why should I write a cookie-cutter kinda blog? I think I want to write something about a baby pig. Yep, I said it, a baby pig. She is tiny, way tiny. Like guinea-pig tiny. She can't squeal, she's too small. She almost sounds like a mouse. Her name is Stella, she's about 3 or 4 weeks old and can fit in your hand. Or, if you took her to a Chinese restaurant with you for dinner, she could fit in your bag. I'm just saying though... she is adorable, she's already litter trained and she has clearly stolen my heart and the hearts of those who follow my Instagram -- liking pics of the cute minipig quicker than pics of me and Kevin Nash! She is definitely smarter than my dogs, and I have a lot of them; she is my Frenchie's favorite, my Chorkie's pal and my Chihuahua's lunch partner. She's way smaller than my other pig, Miss Piggy, but they sniff each other, trying to figure out what another pig smells like. Bacon?

Who knows how small little Stella will stay (or how big she'll get). She nudges with her snout, slurps milk with her tiny mouth and loves to cuddle under a warm blanket. She is the cutest little pig I've ever seenm so I have a huge dilemma -- how do I ever eat spare ribs again?! -- This feed and its contents are the property of The Huffington Post, and use is subject to our terms. It may be used for personal consumption, but may not be distributed on a website.












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