Tiny peeg, tiny feets

Sender-Inner Ellen recently snorgled this pot-bellied piglet with the tiniest of feets.

He’s about 10 days old, and lives at Domino’spetting farm in Ann Arbor, MI.

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According to Ellen, there are about 20 of thesefreshly-borned little guys running around in the pen, and they all sleep togetherin a long line. Ahn. [Head tilt]

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Excellent footage, Ellen! ;)

Dewd, have you been to 2% yet?!

That new milk bar 2% on 16th has got the greatest atmosphere. They have this grass-like carpet farm-thing going on, and they serve this awesome drink called the Cow Nipple—all the lambs are hanging out there.

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Trisha V., I’m at the booth in the back.

Ye Olde Quteness

It’s Circa 1925, People, and Thee Quteness is alive and well, according to Shorpy.com.

Just like this century, fine folks bottle-fed their piglets.

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Oh, and took them for walkies.

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Sender Inner Brinke G. From Shorpy, the 100-year-old-photo blog.

Our Five Finalists Face the Essay Question

"… and the first question goes to Miss Chickasawhatchee, Melita Jane Hoofnagle:  One-fifth of Americans can’t locate the U.S. on a world map. Why do you think this is?"

“I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uhmmm, some people out there in our nation don’t have maps and uh, I believe that our, I, education like such as uh, South Africa, and uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should, uhhh, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., uh, should help South Africa, it should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future, for us.”

'And furthermore, um ... moo?'

I think we have our Miss Congeniality, Beth S.

Imperial Alpacas

Have arrived and are going to sniff this situation out.

Just stand still and they should pass over you in a second.

They only travel in a massive, sniffing mob, Nancy A. Snorf.

Il Matadeer!

The crowd falls still as I enter the ring. At the far end stands my feared and respected enemy: Il Matadeer.

Oh, how they adore me.

He unfurls his cape before him. I lowermy head. It is our signal to begin. Soon, like my father, and hisfather before him, we will be locked in a dance of death, a timelessstruggle from which only one may … may … whuh-HUH?!  HEEEEYYYYY!!

And so it begins...

"Wake up, honey. You were having the bullfight dream again."

"I was not!"

"You do realize that we’re deer, don’t you?"

"I WASN’T HAVING IT, HONEST!"

"It’s all right, sweetie. I’m going to the kitchen — would you like a salt lick?"

 

CUTTIT OUT!!

(sigh…) "Thanks, Mom."

Now, where was I?

Dream big, Angela B.

Get me my English to Goatlish Dictionary

I love the little pathetic “yeeeeeeeessss!” at the end. At least that’s what my English to Goatlish dictionary said he meant.

Adrian W., I won’t charge you for the translation this time.

Well exscuuuuuuuuuse me, Princess!

As happy as a pig in s@#$!!?

According to the Mail Online, this lil’ piglet was very fearful of mud and refused to step in it with her brothers and sisters. Quick-thinking farmers supplied mini rain boots and boom, she jumped in! Klop klop klop

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Thanks to all alert cuteologists who sent this one in, ‘specially NTMTOM. Oh, and exscuuuuuse me, Princess! Thanks, Bobbeh.

Holy Bacon Bits!

A nice little vid about a (mini) piglet farm. Makes these mini-bacon-schnozzles look DOWNRIGHT snugglable!

I can’t HELP but make the tiniest of snorting sounds while watching this, Tony E.!

The Scrawniest Neck of All Time

I swear to you People that I did NOT Photoshop this Dewd’s neck. I did NOT, he came that way.

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Jaleh A., NOTHING beats an awkward ‘n’ gangly baby llama with leetle leeps

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