Day 300 might have been celebrated if either the guardian or Herman had remembered it. Instead, it was a pretty quiet day for Herman. Quiet was actually one of Herman’s favourite things and it would have been a perfect day, except that the guardian had insisted that he go outside and get some sun.
For the most part, Herman enjoyed his new tree log. It was larger and there was enough room for he and Little Pig to snuggle up together. But, it didn’t have a back and that was a problem. There was nothing worse than settling down for the night, only to be woken up by an overhead light. Over and over again. The guardian, who was woken up daily by his special lamps at 7 AM whether she wanted to be or not, was not as sympathetic as he’d hoped.
Herman was annoyed to find that, after climbing all the way down into the tree well, he had to climb all the way back out again. The dandelions he’d spotted were not as tasty as they’d looked and there was nowhere to hide. Hiding was important. You never knew when scary predators, like little children with pokey fingers, would show up.
Herman found that he much preferred Lucy’s company when they were in the park. Whenever Herman wandered in the house, Lucy had a tendency to hover. She’d follow him around and watch everything he did. The guardian found Lucy’s attentiveness useful since Lucy was always able to show her exactly where Herman was hiding. But, Herman felt it was not the sort of behaviour that great friendships were forged from. However, in the park Lucy left Herman to his own devices. She had far too many smells to smell to bother Herman, which pleased him a great deal.
After only three days, Herman found that he didn’t nap very well unless he was snuggled up to Little Pig.
Herman’s outdoor stomping grounds, the park, included a small playground that often had small children playing on it. Despite his best attempts to keep himself camouflaged, Herman would inevitably draw their attention. He did not particularly like his grazing time disturbed by being picked up, but the guardian felt that he was much safer in her hands than being on the ground where he could be touched or possibly stepped on. Lucy, the dog, was often ignored in favour of the more exotic Herman, and she found this incredibly frustrating. Unlike Herman, Lucy found the prospect of being touched or possibly stepped on to be pretty fun when the people involved had faces that she could reach with her tongue.
The guardian had been away for almost a month, leaving Herman in the attentive care of his feline friends, Michael and Maple, and their humans. When she returned from Australia, it became immediately clear to her that Herman’s rump was now too wide to fit into his tree stump. The tree log she bought was much roomier, and she gave him a little, purple pig to make it cozier for him. Previous attempts to introduce a snuggle buddy had not been that successful, but Herman quite liked Little Pig. He felt that Little Pig, who was just a little bit smaller than him, was exactly the right size.