There are a few things you should know about me. The first and most important is that I tend to jump into new adventures head first. I may take the time to look around and judge the distance or I might just decide to jump in and hope I don't hit bottom! Bringing our pig home was one of those times that I just jumped in.
We had been looking on Craigslist for a fair pig for our oldest daughter and weren't having much luck. They were pretty much snapped up as soon as they were listed so I was beyond excited when a friend called and told me that she had secured a pig for us. The only catch was she called on Tuesday night and we needed to pick up the pig on Thursday. Oh, and the kids and I were going to be in town ALL day/night on Wednesday. No problem says I! We'll just put the pig in the corner of the barn till we can build her outdoor home.
Thursday morning dawns bright and sunny and warm. I make breakfast and the most important drink of the day...my coffee. Around ten I head down to the barn to start cleaning out a place for the pig. I start shoveling out the hay that the goats had tossed around all winter. I keep shoveling and shoveling but I'm not hitting any dirt. Twenty minutes into the shoveling I finally hit bottom and I've only made about a half foot of headway in the corner. Quickly, I decide that cleaning the whole corner out wasn't happening so I decided to dig a trench to put my hog panels into. Twenty minutes later I'm on my hands and knees scraping out moldy hay and tons of goat poo to create a mote to be able to pound a couple t-posts into the ground and attach the hog panels.
Time is ticking because we need to leave shortly to pick up a large dog crate to bring the pig home in. After a few more attempts to dig my trench I round up the troops and head out. We arrive at our friends home to be greeted by a crate the size of a chihuahua. Hm mm says I... I'm no expert but this does not appear to be a three foot long/three foot high crate but at this point times ticking away because we have a home school showcase at six pm that night so we toss the crate into the van.
Two hours later we arrive at my other friends house to bring home the pig. I expected a piglet but let me tell you this was a PIG and I was more than a little nervous about cramming her into our little crate. Women are pretty resourceful and after just three attempts my friend and I managed to get her into the crate and into the back of our mini van. The ride home was an adventure all of it's own. That pig squealed and shook our van the entire 30 minutes it took for us to reach our house. We had the windows down, air conditioner running full force, and our TV on ( to help calm my autistic daughter who was NOT happy about having an "angry pig" in our van) and that poor pig was still louder than it all!
We arrived home and we quickly put the finishing touches on our makeshift pig pen and finally we were able to release the pig.
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