A little over two weeks ago, a friend of Ron calls him and says, "Hey Ron, uh, my dog done caught hisself a little baby hog and I's wantin' to know if you be wantin' to have it."
To which Ron quickly replied, "Is it free?"
And his friend answered, "Why, shore. I'd no more take your money than make fun of a three-legged hoss."
Not really knowing what this meant, Ron decided to take a chance and tell him that we'd take the pig.
Ron met his friend at a gas station to make the pick-up. Apparently, this guy had been driving around with the pig in the toolbox of his truck. Ron put piggy in a pet crate and brought him home. Once inside, piggy didn't want to leave the relative safety of the crate, but we eventually coaxed him out.
I'll tell you something right now. If you've never had a baby feral hog in your laundry room on the ceramic tile floor, it is one of those things you must experience before you die.
That piggy had to be the craziest animal I had seen in a very long time, maybe ever. We put it in a cage in our garage, feeding it some milk replacer and hog feed. We had dreams of bacon and grilled pork chops every night.
Then came the day to put piggy in his new digs outside. Ron had carefully crafted a hog-proof pen, making sure to put hot wire around the bottom so the hog could not root around and compromise the integrity of it. He made a beautiful hay bed for it so it would be warm on cold nights and cool on hot nights and it would never want for anything ever again.
It only took about 5 minutes before piggy escaped. And I've never seen an animal with such short legs run so fast! Ron, whose legs are considerably longer than a baby pigs, couldn't keep up and unfortunately our dreams of fresh piggy pork were shattered.
However, on the bright side, we now know for certain that the pen is indeed hog-proof. We haven't found a single hog in it so far.
1 comment:
Oh my. Now that's one I've never heard of before. Heh heh....
Post a Comment