October 11, 2015 ·
We had a drama-filled Saturday evening. Hubby had a full day on the tractor, was fed and ready for a nap. We were in the old house with the windows open trying to get a breeze. I was sucked into The Grudge on tv and was waiting for it to end so I could find some news.
The dogs, Swampy and Buttercup were under my feet and Comet was outside playing with his new squeaky ball (I could hear him, all day)
All of a sudden Swampy and Buttercup jump and run and I hear Comet take off with some loud noises too.
My first thought is 'they're after the neighbors cat'.
When I look out at the pond, there's a baby pig, now running for it's life.
All I remember screaming was "NO, IT'S A PIG."
Hen jumps up out of a dead sleep and we run out the back door.
Lots of brush rustlin', pig squealin', dogs growlin' and me screamin' behind Hen's house.
Buttercup quit biting and went home when I told her to. Comet backed off but Swampy kept on that little pig that's the same size he is. He had her by the ear and she was sitting with her back to the fence, squealin'. He was set on pork roast for supper, or at least a pig ear. He let go of her ear and sat down.
I was fussin' and cussin' at him and we exchanged several looks back and forth over the fence that's made up of Blackberry vine covered barbed wire. He bit her ear again, just to backtalk me.
Then there's Hubby, barefoot, ya know, because he was asleep, knee deep in Blackberry vines at the fence. I don't think he was awake yet.
He leans over the fence, elbow deep in vines now and grabs the pig by the back feet. They both come out a bloody mess but the commotion stops.
Hubby put her in the pen with Pork Chop. We didn't know what was gonna happen and didn't know if the pig was a boy or girl.
I don't know what Pork Chop weighs now but he's about 3 and a half feet long. He's a big boy. After about 30 minutes, the little girl was fine and not fussing when the giant pig got too close.
We only have a few neighbors and will have to see if anybody lost a pig...lol.
We had a drama-filled Saturday evening. Hubby had a full day on the tractor, was fed and ready for a nap. We were in the old house with the windows open trying to get a breeze. I was sucked into The Grudge on tv and was waiting for it to end so I could find some news.
The dogs, Swampy and Buttercup were under my feet and Comet was outside playing with his new squeaky ball (I could hear him, all day)
All of a sudden Swampy and Buttercup jump and run and I hear Comet take off with some loud noises too.
My first thought is 'they're after the neighbors cat'.
When I look out at the pond, there's a baby pig, now running for it's life.
All I remember screaming was "NO, IT'S A PIG."
Hen jumps up out of a dead sleep and we run out the back door.
Lots of brush rustlin', pig squealin', dogs growlin' and me screamin' behind Hen's house.
Buttercup quit biting and went home when I told her to. Comet backed off but Swampy kept on that little pig that's the same size he is. He had her by the ear and she was sitting with her back to the fence, squealin'. He was set on pork roast for supper, or at least a pig ear. He let go of her ear and sat down.
I was fussin' and cussin' at him and we exchanged several looks back and forth over the fence that's made up of Blackberry vine covered barbed wire. He bit her ear again, just to backtalk me.
Then there's Hubby, barefoot, ya know, because he was asleep, knee deep in Blackberry vines at the fence. I don't think he was awake yet.
He leans over the fence, elbow deep in vines now and grabs the pig by the back feet. They both come out a bloody mess but the commotion stops.
Hubby put her in the pen with Pork Chop. We didn't know what was gonna happen and didn't know if the pig was a boy or girl.
I don't know what Pork Chop weighs now but he's about 3 and a half feet long. He's a big boy. After about 30 minutes, the little girl was fine and not fussing when the giant pig got too close.
We only have a few neighbors and will have to see if anybody lost a pig...lol.
October 11, 2015 ·
We had a drama-filled Saturday evening. Hubby had a full day on the tractor, was fed and ready for a nap. We were in the old house with the windows open trying to get a breeze. I was sucked into The Grudge on tv and was waiting for it to end so I could find some news.
The dogs, Swampy and Buttercup were under my feet and Comet was outside playing with his new squeaky ball (I could hear him, all day)
All of a sudden Swampy and Buttercup jump and run and I hear Comet take off with some loud noises too.
My first thought is 'they're after the neighbors cat'.
When I look out at the pond, there's a baby pig, now running for it's life.
All I remember screaming was "NO, IT'S A PIG."
Hen jumps up out of a dead sleep and we run out the back door.
Lots of brush rustlin', pig squealin', dogs growlin' and me screamin' behind Hen's house.
Buttercup quit biting and went home when I told her to. Comet backed off but Swampy kept on that little pig that's the same size he is. He had her by the ear and she was sitting with her back to the fence, squealin'. He was set on pork roast for supper, or at least a pig ear. He let go of her ear and sat down.
I was fussin' and cussin' at him and we exchanged several looks back and forth over the fence that's made up of Blackberry vine covered barbed wire. He bit her ear again, just to backtalk me.
Then there's Hubby, barefoot, ya know, because he was asleep, knee deep in Blackberry vines at the fence. I don't think he was awake yet.
He leans over the fence, elbow deep in vines now and grabs the pig by the back feet. They both come out a bloody mess but the commotion stops.
Hubby put her in the pen with Pork Chop. We didn't know what was gonna happen and didn't know if the pig was a boy or girl.
I don't know what Pork Chop weighs now but he's about 3 and a half feet long. He's a big boy. After about 30 minutes, the little girl was fine and not fussing when the giant pig got too close.
We only have a few neighbors and will have to see if anybody lost a pig...lol.
We had a drama-filled Saturday evening. Hubby had a full day on the tractor, was fed and ready for a nap. We were in the old house with the windows open trying to get a breeze. I was sucked into The Grudge on tv and was waiting for it to end so I could find some news.
The dogs, Swampy and Buttercup were under my feet and Comet was outside playing with his new squeaky ball (I could hear him, all day)
All of a sudden Swampy and Buttercup jump and run and I hear Comet take off with some loud noises too.
My first thought is 'they're after the neighbors cat'.
When I look out at the pond, there's a baby pig, now running for it's life.
All I remember screaming was "NO, IT'S A PIG."
Hen jumps up out of a dead sleep and we run out the back door.
Lots of brush rustlin', pig squealin', dogs growlin' and me screamin' behind Hen's house.
Buttercup quit biting and went home when I told her to. Comet backed off but Swampy kept on that little pig that's the same size he is. He had her by the ear and she was sitting with her back to the fence, squealin'. He was set on pork roast for supper, or at least a pig ear. He let go of her ear and sat down.
I was fussin' and cussin' at him and we exchanged several looks back and forth over the fence that's made up of Blackberry vine covered barbed wire. He bit her ear again, just to backtalk me.
Then there's Hubby, barefoot, ya know, because he was asleep, knee deep in Blackberry vines at the fence. I don't think he was awake yet.
He leans over the fence, elbow deep in vines now and grabs the pig by the back feet. They both come out a bloody mess but the commotion stops.
Hubby put her in the pen with Pork Chop. We didn't know what was gonna happen and didn't know if the pig was a boy or girl.
I don't know what Pork Chop weighs now but he's about 3 and a half feet long. He's a big boy. After about 30 minutes, the little girl was fine and not fussing when the giant pig got too close.
We only have a few neighbors and will have to see if anybody lost a pig...lol.
