I am convinced Ellie thinks she's a pig.

She grunts.

ALL the time.

When she's snuggled in and cozy on the chair and I get up.

She grunts.

When we are all tucked in and the lights are off and we are snug in our bed.  And I get up.

She grunts.

When she wants some lovin' and I won't scratch her ears.  She gives up poking me with her nose and snuggles down.

And then she grunts.

She's my little piggy.