Dunkay doesn’t like mud. He was on my back porch keeping his piggies dry when he decided to come over to see what I’m up to. He went to the edge, looked at the mud puddle that outlined most of the edge until he found a spot that was mostly snow. He walked over to the snow bridge, stepped onto the clean icy surface and avoided all the mud. He then trotted up to me and nuzzled his nose into my hand. When he was satisfied that I wasn’t hiding grain from him, he turned around, backed up to me and demanded his butt scratched!