For the Love of Pellets
Likely as a side effect of having their timothy pellets rationed, the girls all love getting breakfast pellets. Having an unlimited hay bar is great and all, but hey... as the pigs believe, the more food the merrier.
Every morning after hearing the alarm clock they rush to the food bowl and begin wheeking in anticipation (side note: this is a foolproof way to drag me out of bed). When my pellet pouring speed isn't up to par, Revy or Peaches will headbutt the container in my hand to move things along. Hungry peegs wait for no one!
The occasional stare down occurs when the bowl starts running low. Truffle's evil eye is typically enough to send Peaches running. But when morning pellets are involved? Not a chance.