Hello All,
In the middle getting ready for our Open House April 24 and 25 I felt that familiar feeling in depths of heart when I heard of the four Pot Belly Piggy girls who needed a home.
My dear friend, Cheryl and I went to pick them up and boy were we in for a surprise. The idea that these pigs are Mini pigs is a misnomer... These girls were HUMONGOUS.....OK, so, I decided to not overwhelm my pocketbook (my mind raced in thoughts of their feed bill) and wasn't sure the horse trailer would hold all of them so we came home with two.
Miss Pamela, previously known as SPAM, is an Imperial White with blue eyes. She has white eye lashes and appears to be the most congenial of the two. She has the cutest ears and a straight tail. Funny, I remember Grandmama singing a song to me when I was a little girl about Betsy a piggy, who had a curly tail that must have curled it up at nite....and all her little piggies's too, had curly tails like Betsy's do.....still can hear that song like it was yesterday. But, this in not Betsy and her piggies. 'Cause these pigs are straight tailed pigs with big bellies and ear piercing squeals.
Our black piggy girl is Roni, yes,she was Pepperoni. Roni is shy. But, as you can tell by her face she really is a sweetheart. Once we loaded the girls in the back of our two stall horse trailer; which only took a few hours of sweating and creating new words that I am sure will never see the printed pages of Webster's dictionary, we headed home to Kaufman County, a good two hour drive. I called my good friend, Leann, who by now is quite use to my little eccentric personality quirks. Being a good friend she came down to help me unload the new critters into the barn yard by the Llama Casa which houses the goats and chickens. It was almost 10:00 pm and dark and I was down to the the last bit of energy in me o' Irish bones. Expecting the worst, I said OK we'll have lift them out of the trailer. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. I said well we had to tie a lead rope around their waist and lift them into the trailer to load them.
Well, with that she opened the trailer door and made a strange sound that I was sure meant she was never gonna speak to me again and the squeaking began. Within, two minutes both of the girls had hopped off the trailer and headed into the fence and Leann said; there, we're done.
The next morning when I saw them in the day light I felt sure I was having an April Fool's joke day and the way they looked at me I knew they felt the same. But, we are slowly becoming friends. You could say we are growing on each other.
The girls are a real hit at the ranch. On their first day, I let the three Amigos, Lakota, Cinnamon River and Curly J out to go graze in the back pasture. They went flying by and each one stopped on a dime like they were the best trained reining horses. Their ears were perked up and their eyes as big has watermelons in the bright Texas summer sun. They snorted a lot and then on the same cue made sidepasses that I only wish I could do while sitting in my saddle. Their movements looked like a synchronized drill team. Then the girls started squealing and I must say, honestly, those boys have nice movements when they gallop. The three Amigos now walk out of the way to get around the piggy yard. Wonder if they think the piggy girls are gonna eat them?
Well, it's been a week now and the goats have finally decided the girls are not going to eat their food and I have found the right spot to rub on Miss Pamela's big jowls to get her to roll over on her back for a good belly rub. So, I think we are all gonna to be good friends. Oh, and Leann, says her sister is looking for someone to take a few Turkeys off her hands.
All our best,
Angie the Curly ones and the piggy girls with straight tails.
