pun about digging or pig in muck

His ability to recognise weeds is even worse than mine and he lacks my redeeming high-rate soil-turning-over capabilities but as long as he's happy trundling about poking at the hose, poking sticks into the ground, filling up plant pots with soil and generally pootling about making small messes then the allotment should be very useful this year. It's technically been half-Nicky's for the past four years but whilst her former (now disqualified due to living outside the city boundaries) co-allotmentee is a very nice person she smokes and has a wee dog, which rendered the allotment unsuitable for a wingpiglet. He was quite content for a few hours yesterday and equally content for a few hours today until he remembered about food, though after the application of a banana he became re-contented quite quickly.