Doesn't matter what kind, how big, nothing. I hate pigs. They can be the cutest things in the world, but I hate pigs. I hate our pigs. I never want to have pigs again. I hate pigs. Every pig, any pig, all pigs in the world. I hate pigs.
Guess I've made my point. Should I explain? I suppose so.
Today our 2 pigs were supposed to go to the butcher. But they put up such an ENORMOUS FUSS about getting in Daddy's pickup that by the time they were in, it was way past the closing time. So, then we had to figure out a way to close the tailgate. That alone took at least an hour. And once they were in, they wouldn't stop pushing the tailgate and the cap, even with cable ties on both. And now, pigs put off so much body heat that it's like a furnace in there, and we're afraid they're going to die of heatstroke before 6 AM, the latest possible time to get them in. We tried calling some local folks who have livestock trailers, but 1 can't, 1 is closed, and the third didn't answer the phone.
Repeat: I hate pigs.
ETA -- Oh yeah, and we all have many, many bruises and cuts and scrapes from our nearly 3 hour failed attempt at getting them to the butcher. The pigs nearly broke my hand, my arm and my mom's arm, nearly ran away millions of times....
Guess I've made my point. Should I explain? I suppose so.
Today our 2 pigs were supposed to go to the butcher. But they put up such an ENORMOUS FUSS about getting in Daddy's pickup that by the time they were in, it was way past the closing time. So, then we had to figure out a way to close the tailgate. That alone took at least an hour. And once they were in, they wouldn't stop pushing the tailgate and the cap, even with cable ties on both. And now, pigs put off so much body heat that it's like a furnace in there, and we're afraid they're going to die of heatstroke before 6 AM, the latest possible time to get them in. We tried calling some local folks who have livestock trailers, but 1 can't, 1 is closed, and the third didn't answer the phone.
Repeat: I hate pigs.
ETA -- Oh yeah, and we all have many, many bruises and cuts and scrapes from our nearly 3 hour failed attempt at getting them to the butcher. The pigs nearly broke my hand, my arm and my mom's arm, nearly ran away millions of times....

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