Sam is High Maintenance

...which is alright with me. Too bad there isn't a pillow with "Totally Worth It," on it for a companion piece because that's how I feel. Anyway, Sam's idea of high maintenance is "Come over here and rub my head while I look at you adoringly." Its a reciprocal relationship. Only Sam appreciates me and the life he lives. I won't sugarcoat it, its nice to be liked.

Sam's stitches were removed a week and a half ago, and there has definitely been a spring in his step since then. This is a picture of Sam's stitch-less tummy last Friday (one week after getting the stitches out).

To celebrate the big occassion, Sam received something that was taken away from him after I first noticed the tumor...

a f*** buddy.

I took away all of his small and medium sized stuffed animals and any pillows he could wrap his body around and possibly aggravate his lump. So, Sam has been totally chaste since then.

The poor boy has a lot of pent-up frustration.

Even the camera didn't want to take any sexually suggestive pictures, but its unwillingness inadvertently created a very 1970s, cheaply-made porn movie look. Here's Sam giving the stuffed puppy the getting-to-know-you butt sniff.

But it all worked out. They seem to have bonded.


Sam also has a brand new Healing Meditation cd to listen to every night. I WILL TRY ANYTHING to keep my boy healthy.



Much to my surprise, Sam found the cd more fascinating that the "Be Happy" pillow I bought for him this weekend. I don't know if he was insulted or apathetic to the message since he already lives it everyday or if his discerning eye saw this pillow (which I found to be cheerful) as garish, instead.

I also found some Valentine's stickers on clearance. I do love stickers, but they really aren't of much interest to the pigs.


However, they do provide considerable amusement for the human.

Sam's telegraphing, "Don't even think about putting one of those on me, Lady."

That's what the kit-ten is for, silly.