I just have to post an update. This family will not be getting a pig. I took my two offspring to see the little darling after school, and I was so excited as I pulled in the driveway in anticipation of seeing them want to pet the pig, want to hold the pig, want to carry the pig, want to own the pig. I am clueless as to why the first time I visited this little guy he had no smell. But today... well it was just indescribable-in the worst possible way you can imagine. This adorable little black piglet with the cutest pointed ears was having a case of the runs, which apparently is completely normal for pigs. The mess had just been cleaned up by Next-Door-Neighbor Friend and you couldn't see it anymore, but it was still there, in fumes. My kids would barely go near the crate and I thought Little Chic was going to throw up. After encouraging each of them to take a big breath and hold it, I finally coerced them each into giving it a quick pet. I had planned to come back later with the camera, getting lots of priceless photos of each of my kids holding this little creature, making over his sweetness and blowing up the prints to adorn their bedroom walls. We will not be doing a photo op. And I doubt we will be going back to visit him again except for one last time. That would be to undo all the hard work I did convincing Hero Guy that we really need one of our own. I'll be proving to him that in no way, shape or form will we be having that smell in our yard even if he promises to do all the work himself. I will be getting any and all pork products from the same tidy place that I've been getting them all along--the grocery store.
I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha...
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Pigs are some of the cleanest animals if given the area to set up proper house-keeping. Unlike their canine, bovine, and equine friends, swine carefully choose an area out of the way in which to take care of domestic issues. Usually far from their food trough. I belive this little guy was maligned for circumstances far beyond his control. No doubt he was standing there embarrassed and devastated by his circumstances. Give some time for the air to clear and give him another chance. A chance to live and love and be loved.