Saturday, September 17, 2016
Afraid of the Dark
I checked in on him every 30 minutes or so - he was grazing, napping, hanging out in his tent, etc. It was all good until I got delayed....I was gone far longer than I thought I would be. The little bubby - well - he is afraid of the dark. Don't tell him I told you - he would be embarrassed - he tries to be a tough pig. He hates being outside in the dark and when we go out for the last potty break I have to go with him - he will not go by himself.
As the evening wore on I was getting more and more worried. After a speedy drive home we walked in the door just as the last little bit of light was going. He was so relieved to see us. I got him in and fed him and then shortly after I went in to tuck him in. He was so happy to snuggle and get some loves. Poor little guy - I felt so guilty. I am glad we made it home before it got too dark - the thought of him feeling scared makes me sad. Yes - he is spoiled and I am over protective - isn't that how it should be.