By the way, the pig's owner has reclaimed it. It is interesting that to
get over to where I live it had traveled quite a few miles, but it was
recaptured near its own neighborhood. I suppose that was the pig's big
adventure in its lifetime.
On 1/3/2016 11:38 AM, Carl Jarvis wrote:
Just kidding, Miriam. I've never taken the life of any critter, much
less a pig. Even when my grandma grabbed a fat hen and hauled it off
to the chopping block, I could never watch the actual chop...well,
once I did, but never again. I did watch my mother hold a rabbit up
by its hind legs and whack it behind the ears with a short, heavy
stick. But despite my inability to do the deed, I never suffered from
an inability to chow down on freshly fried chicken or rabbit.
So the smart pig roaming around Roger's neighborhood is safe from me.
Just as the cute pot belly pig dancing around our cabin was safe. In
fact, if we'd not found the owner, we had talked about hauling that
funny little guy over to our eldest daughter's home. She loves pigs
and at the time they had a five acre farm near Yakima. Of course I do
love bacon and pork chops. I wonder if anyone has done a study on
subjects like that? People who can't kill another living creature,
but can smack their lips over the hot, tasty remains?
At one time, when my eldest daughter was around 4 years old, we were
given a Ginnie Pig, a rather mean fellow who liked to bite finger
tips. We tried giving him away but found no takers. Finally I said,
"I'm going to release him to freedom". So up the alley I went. I
found a very thick stretch of weeds and opened Petey's cage. Off he
went. As I turned to go back home our cat passed me, headed for the
thick grass, hot on the trail of Petey. Nothing to do but to go back
and try to out hunt the cat. Even blind, I beat the cat. So we went
back to looking for some unsuspecting person. A woman and her 8 year
old son finally rose to the challenge and took pig, cage and all. As
they were loading the cage into their car, the darn little critter bit
the boy on the finger. "Are you sure he's friendly?" the mom asked.
I assured her that he was probably just nervous, since he was not
accustomed to cars.
We never heard another word from them.
Carl Jarvis
On 1/2/16, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
That's terrible! Pigs are very intelligent animals. This one seems to have
figured out how to become the center of attention in his community. I think
he should be honored for his public relations abilities.
Miriam
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Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: More On the Pig
This is the trouble with giving pigs a bit of the limelight. Just mention
them and they try to Hog all the news.
My cold hearted solution would be to gather your neighbors, catch the pig,
build a big bond fire and have a real pig roast.
Carl Jarvis
On 12/31/15, Roger Loran Bailey <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
The local television news just reported that about five to six miles
away from where I live someone found a pig getting into their garbage.
Then later in the day several other people reported seeing a pig
running around their neighborhoods. A news crew finally got a picture
of it and asked anyone who knows who might have lost a pig to call
them. I called my neighbor who also saw the news report and they
confirmed that it is definitely the same pig that stopped by to play
with the dogs. It is solid black. No one knows where it came from.
