Hehe, that reminds me of when we had a pony named Bologna. He would get frustrated when we wouldn't feed him at a specific time, so he'd come onto the patio and knock down the big tin dog food container. If he was really trying, he'd open it up and eat the dog food. Other times, he'd find the horse feed. The container it was in was elevated, but he'd still rear back on his hind legs and lean his front on the edge of the container and eat his fill. We'd see him afterwards looking very satisfied, haha!Yep, I have my priorities stright!
Growing up we got a pot belly pic, her name was Vicky. She was potty trained and super smart, the problem was, she was, well a pig and ate anything and everything she could. She would get into both dog food and cat food by ripping apart the containers, when she got over weight mom tried to put her on a "diet", by putting all the food up out of her reach and she then TORE UP the back yard, I mean destroyed it. So we found a nice farm for her to go live on. My fav trick of her, was when I said "Vicky, give me love" and she would sit down (which is funny for a pig) and stick her snout as high as she could then wait for me to kiss her nose, she was so sweet!
I really want some big heritage pigs, but I know I'd need more land to do that. I would want a big pen for them that they could wallow in and then they'd get to go and grow on pasture where they could root and munch to their heart's content. Of course, they'd eventually have to be eaten....the sad part of raising normal pigs on pasture.
Awww! How sweet! I do that to my dog and she does this weird lick but her tongue is slimy and it's not very fun, haha!