Pig and Vegas: An Unrequited Love Story

Pig has an admirer.

His name is Vegas. In the morning, he hangs out on his balcony and waits until she comes out on her balcony. They are separated by a large abandoned one-level house, which will soon be torn down and turned into 6 outrageously priced condominiums.

He knows she's there cuz he can smell her. When she comes out on her balcony his nose twitches. As soon as he knows it's her, he stands up on his two hind legs, puts his two paws on the balcony rail. And stares. And stares. And stares. It's a little embarassing actually.

Pig is not particularly interested but she'll play cool. She pretends to be fascinated by the bbq grill, but after a while, she gets creeped out so she just stares back at him.

You can see she's thinking, "Take a picture, it'll last longer, asshole."

After a few minutes, Pig gets distracted by me opening the fridge/food cabinet/anything with a wrapper and comes running into the apartment.

Poor Vegas. If only he were a fridge/food cabinet/anything with a wrapper.