I can't help but smile back at this pig. I been grumpy today. A smile has not crossed my face until I saw this guy. I am working on a kitchen design that would be great if they didn't need a fridge or could do with a European size one. We tried to move a wall, but it is a 100 year old apartment and needs a support beam upstairs and below, plus a huge cast iron down pipe right in the middle. When an Engineer and Architect are iffy, and you are responsible for all damage to other units incurred, you do the wise thing and either move, or work within the walls.
I hate walls. How great it would be to add the walls after. Anyway, so the elusive fridge placement, slow software, and horribly cold (minus 14Celcius) weather has made me a tad huffy. Mr. Raz just bought me a big slice of Baklava dripping in honey. So, IF I solve my puzzle, I get to eat it.
My sister shot this pig at Bronte Creek Park. A park within a big suburb.
He is so happy to see her, he is smiling.
She walks her dog here daily and the pigs rush out to greet her and her bag of apples, carrots or whatever.
By SHOT it,
I mean with her camera.