Growing up Litsa: Litsa gets her own place!

Well, the girls didn't like it, but we've had to move Litsa out of the house.  People will tell you that you can house train a pig, but the truth is you can't.  You can put lipstick on a pig, but it won't make her Sarah Palin.  You can put a leash on a pig, but it won't make her Lassie.  A pig is a pig is a pig.  And pigs pee wherever they damn well feel like it.

Don't worry, we have the perfect place for Litsa.  It's a little brick building in our backyard.  I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking: Margaret Finnegan, you do not have a brick building in your backyard.  But I really do!  And believe me, it's a good thing because coyotes troll our street like they're peddling ice cream.  Luckily, those big, bad boys can huff and puff all they want.  Litsa is safe in her little brick house.  She's actually put up some darling curtains: white with purple violets.  Altadena Hiker came over and helped her hang them.  Then they had tea and scones and giggled over the New Yorker's latest "Shouts and Murmurs."  Those two do like their New Yorker.   If I were jealous, I'd worry that AH was trying to win over my Litsa's affections, but I've promised AH the loin, so I know she's just earning her keep.