Open door means a one-way ticket home, in Pigsy's eyes, so he squirms again. Hilda's arms tighten and she pulls him further into her lap, holding him like one would a petulant child. Which he's definitely, totally acting like.

"You having the door open's gonna get me in it faster." She jerks her head in a come over here motion, aiming a pointed glance at the door. "Come here, would you? I can't grab his blankie if he keeps tryin' to get out."

The only thing known to calm down her dumb baby pig: a pale baby blanket.