 The pigs, pale pink and bristly, trot around the pen, stopping every so often to root in piles of bedding. They grunt and squeal and wag their short curlicue tails. All three like a hard scratch on the rump. Comments You need to be a member of CKA and be logged into the site, to comment on news.
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Who voted on this?- WDHIII Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:45 am
 - kitty Sat Nov 22, 2008 10:01 am
 - mtbr Sat Nov 22, 2008 2:00 pm

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