The further adventures of an earthbound alien

The first thing people say when they find out you have a pig is, "I've heard they're really smart." I have news for you, if this one is, he's sure good at hiding it. I've seen smart dogs. I have a friend who has an Australian sheep dog and when he looks at you you can see intelligence there. There was also a slight sense of superiority there too. It's as if he was looking at me going, "Is there anything I can fetch for you? I am actually quite good at it, you see. I'd be willing to do it this one time just to illustrate how amazingly intelligent I actually am. But, after that you'll have to do your own fetching as I am late for a luncheon."

Cobra is not really burning up the track intelligence-wise. Maybe his wisdom is tied up thinking about other things. You know how they say Einstein couldn't even balance a check book. Maybe our little cobra is too busy thinking about the relevence of Planck's constant to hit the old potty box.
It's possible, but I doubt it.

I've been here the whole time, but you???
It's been a busy spring. Not only have I thrown off the shackles of a bad office situation, we have a new house-mate. Both the new office and the house mate can be seen in this snap.
The Pig's name is "Cobra". Cobra Bubbles to be exact. And the background is the new office. No longer will I be forced to work from a conference table in a leakie, cold run-down shit-box of an office. Now I have an office in a building 100% shit-box free.
Speaking of shit boxes, our little friend Cobra is supposed to use one. So far, no soap. He holds it until we take him into the yard. Oh well, I was the same way at first. He'll learn.