Pig Chronicles

[trystinn]

It's not my fault. And we're not keeping it.

The neighbor teens found a potbelly pig and decided it must be ours. So they came by to tell me they had the pig. Ugh. I told them I could probably keep the pig overnight, but I couldn't keep the pig. So while I was in the shower and changing to go to class, they put him in the backyard. I caught up with them and had them help me corral him in the empty rabbit pen. Took over an hour. I am now intimately aware of the reality of the term hogtie.

So I called Kevin and had him pigsit. Because when this level of crazy happens, I call Kevin. Kevin is constitutionally aligned to crazy shit. Plus, he's a lot of fun to have around when this sort of thing happens. Spike (as Kevin nicknamed him) managed to get loose into the duck pen, so Kevin nailed the duck nesting box shut and reinforced the duck fencing. Spike has been eating hay and a combo of duck pellet and scratch, so he's reasonably well taken care of for the night.

I'm not sure what gender Spike is, but since he went nutty humping the red bucket filled with water for him earlier. Kevin thought it was just play, I'm in no position to comment on that.

Needless to say, the dogs are in love with Spike and want to keep him. Including Boo. And Libby.

I'll be calling Animal Control in the morning to get Spike. The Sheriffs wouldn't come get him tonight since they only have SUVs and cars.

This is my life, folks. It sounds very exciting and it often is. It sounds very crazy and it almost always is. Sometimes, it's very boring. Today is not boring. Today was extreme insanity with a side of "Dear Gods, why me?"

Meanwhile, there is pig.

Comments

[alfrecht.livejournal.com]

One day, someone will pen a quasi-sitcom/Sunday afternoon family drama show about your life called Menagerie á Trois, about a dog-bothered poultry-farming rabbit rescue domestic pagan Jewish farmer, her Naval husband, and their friend Karl (hey, it starts with a "K"!) who comes over to help from time to time, and the various animal troubles that they run into.

Think there's a future in this? Hmm...! ;)

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

I'm way too practical a gal to have this kind of life!

Yeah, it could work. :)

[dawnzee.livejournal.com]

Yes, but do you have a chicken presently housed in your bathroom?

That's my kind of crazy right now.

[brock-tn.livejournal.com]

Naw, but we've had [non-venomous] snakes in the bathroom, a juvenile 'possum in the laundry room, and bats in the bedroom, not to mention endemic mice. 200-year-old houses are leaky, dammit.

[winterlion.livejournal.com]

umm cheers? good luck anyway