This is Millie

I haven't talked much about Millie; she's the one that came to live here when we were away. My little brother, Andrew (who is 44), gave her to Megan. Millie is cute but has no manners and never will. After all, she's a pig. Millie isn't spoilt at all. Just because she spent the first two weeks living in a cage inside, just because she has a fluorescent pink collar, just because she has a blue lead, just because she's fed warmed weet-bix and rolled oats, just because she's nursed and tummy rubbed doesn't mean she's spoilt. Well, not much anyway.