Sacred Swine gets a well needed bath!

We have a 5th member of our family - his name is Piggy aka 'the Sacred Swine'. Esther goes nowhere without her piggy which incidently is never identified as a pig by anyone who sees him (he is a definite 'him' also). People ask the name of her bunny, her bear, her doggy. The answer is 'he's piggy' - dah, can't you tell he's a pig???? Maybe not, he is more a shade a of light to dark grey depending on body part - it's his tail she really loves, you really are in favour if she gives you his filthy old tail to smell - no longer a pretty pale pink. Worst thing is that he was given to us second hand so a spare piggy cannot be found for love nor money. I used to sneak piggy from Esther's bed at night to wash him and sneak him back, praying she didn't wake up. Now we are a little more grown up so Esther helps me to give him a bath. She dunks him and gives him a scrub, then I wash him with the detergent, then we both help to rinse him. He does go in the washing machine for his spin but then she has him right back out, damp, to take his rightful place at her side. No tears at bath time for this little piggy!