My dog is a pointer--for those of you non-hunting folks, that means he hunts down animals, usually pheasants and points at them. I was so excited when he finally started holding a point a few weeks ago and wanted to post pics of his beautiful form, but I never took any photos.
Anyway, no, Trapper is not pointing at this pig.
Our friends have a next door neighbor with a potbelly pig. I have been curious about it ever since they got it, knowing there was a little baby pig behind the fence. Our friends also have a pointer who goes crazy over the pig and even points at it. I have heard of potbelly pigs as pets--it seems like they are often on those Rescue 911 shows for saving their owners from fires and stuff. I have also heard that pigs are more intelligent than dogs, so I wanted to see one in action. We approached the yard, saw the pig sleeping, and like a dog, I started whistling, calling, and clicking for it to come. I had no idea what to expect. Just because pigs are smarter than dogs, does that mean they perform dog-like tricks? Anyway, it actually came to me, sniffed my hand with its cute little pink snout (feels funny by the way), and wagged its tail. She seemed to like the attention, although she was not fun to pet because her hair was coarse. My friend tried to pick her up, but she wouldn't have that and let out the worst squeaky squeal. No wonder my friends are sick of that pig! I wonder if people would call the cops on a neighbor's loud pig. ha ha.
Pigs. Random. Cute. Weird. Smelly?
4 comments:
The pig is ADORABLE! Abe and I have been talking about pet pigs. I really want one of the mini tea cup pigs. Our first pet may very well be a Jack Russell...or a porker.
:3 that pig is much to adorable
when I saw the title to your entry my first impressions were that of the new lindon city police department.... haha jk jk jk. My buddy kinny had a pet pig, but it died. They did have a nice feast afterwards though which is better than just losing a pet (another plus to having a pet pig).
EEEwww! MrColtonJackson. That brings back bad memories as growing up, I had a pet goat. Buffy was his name. One day, dad announced that Buffy had been given to Uncle Chuck. Our next visit to Uncle Chucks...during dinner...someone asked, "So, how does Buffy taste?"
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