Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Me and the Pig
I've never been personally acquainted with a pig before. Now I am. He's a sweet black and white (and pink) guy who comes trotting over to see me whenever I walk over. And I walk over every time I'm at the shelter now. He heaves himself up from his favorite corner in the shade and comes to the front of the little barnyard area. Then he pushes his black snout through the fence and snuffles at my hand.

I'm not sure of his name, but he's incredibly friendly and my new best friend. He must weigh close to 200 pounds, so we're not talking about one of those adorable mini-pigs. And I never thought I'd be a pig fan, but he has such a wonderful personality and always seems so happy to see me. Of course I'm not kidding myself, it's not me he's happy to see, but anybody. But I like to pretend it's me and that he recognizes me. He gets so excited he taps his little feet on the straw, like a little happy dance.

So the upshot is I have a new friend. And the downside is, I'll never eat pork again.

1 comment:

FinnyKnits said...

Never? Perhaps I should meet a pig so that I will stop eating bacon. Clearly being a Jew hasn't been effective in this area.